in the cave, by the fountain

love
the dark shadow
lying prone
dreary linoleum
marble
enlivened by golden sunlight streaming into the open window your arms
open its broad hands soft cannellini beans
a stark proposition
to give up the old passions for a lifetime sunbathing sipping on something cool and
living memories one always cannot but recognize as illegitimate
death's final winning move
running quixotic from exhaustion
and every opponent
a worthy one.