In his dreams
she is young and wild
her hair is dark, her body firm
she smells like too much wine and too much perfume and last night’s lover
who dressed in leather pants and purple paisley shirt.
A spectacular ruin, she used to call herself all of those years ago.
When he wakes he turns to her
and she to him
and she pushes her thinning hair away from
her cloudy aged eyes
with spotted hands and hard yellow nicotine stained nails
and he closes his eyes, grits his teeth
and makes himself dream.
Daily Prompt: Lush