Twenty Summers Die Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

The smell of fresh cookies i inhaled so deep
All of my senses excitable at hand
For such a moment of passion the young men weep
I have her at my command

The smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies
The taste of hot caramel before it reaches the apple
Shall i compare thee to a summers feast?
Thou art more delicious than a fresh cooked beast

Suddenly she kisses me hard and i fear
she's the aggressor and im just a deer
Suddenly she leads me by the hand to a bed
Suddenly I am reborn I dreampt of being dead

20 summers pass and I recall the scent of ginger
20 summers pass and her memory does linger

Will i never have 'her' to swoon over again?
Will i never again become intoxicated?

20 summers come and pass me by
20 summers die
Soon so will I

Z ether of z girl is not just sex
Or a kiss, or one lone sigh
It is a moment I held her once
Frozen in my minds eye

20 lovers come and pass me by
20 hearts smile and wave as they fly
20 summers die
Soon, so very soon,
So shall I