De Profundis

I hunger,

For my youth.

For those lazy,

Hazy, crazy,

Sperm-filled days.

When my eyes

Feasted with devilment,

Instead of mockery,

Upon the young

School of nymphs

That swam up

And down the corridors

Like silver darlings

Of the sea


The wonderment

Puzzlement

Of the flesh.

Memories of

Soft bouncy buttocks,

Budding breasts

Licentious legs

That tormented,

Teased, pleased

That frenzied, wild

Stirrings of my loins.

How i loved life then,

With it's silent promise

Of great things to come.