The Painted Skin

Every so often we paint our skin

trying to cover our ages in secrecy

those halcyon days will never come again

lost in the pores of undulating skin

what brings us youthfulness once again

remains an enigma deep within the abyss

where no one can retrieve his pilfered gold

but be fraught with debilitating powers

as a pernicious energy is pulling him back

to the after-world, to where no one knows,

but isn't beauty the apex of being alive

that gives you the elaborate and florid details

the opulent taste of being so young

having the flair to cover the ages with chemicals

forever, no matter how long the years are,

living spuriously, but happily

taking back the love when we are born