Slake

She is entering her darkening years like me
Knowing inexorable delicious pace
Gone keening imprisonment
Crazed desire
Now a mistress to a more yielding craving
I move my eyes across the youth
Who is wound tight and shut eyed
I slake him at peace
Stroked and smoothed he sleeps now
Still and artless
Pressing my ear to his torso
I am deaf
But for heartbeats
Thrummings
Mummerings
Suspended he looks like my son years young
Longing is scattered momentarily
Vanishing
Like snowflakes in a fountain