poetry

a poem, by jamie buster

the sweet, smooth, silk of chocolate

touch taste buds and tingle the tongue

my lips puckered and they crinkled

i love the song my senses sung

driving fast with the top missing

i hold tight to air in my hair

smiling at the faces near me

growing young without a care

a family of kids my own age

we are laughing, singing, driving

nights of sights and fainted star lights

into life we all are diving

parting with the days we live now

will be the thing i cannot bear

but leaving youth in its place

is what makes it so beautifully rare

for precious are the vivid faces

that have detailed the stories i've told

one truth i keep safe inside me:

so young is youth and never old.