I SEE MYSELF, AS SHE BREATHES HER LIFE INTO ME

i see my dry skin now.
where soft skin used to be.
i see pockets of flesh...
under hooded eyes.
the twinkling orbs of blue,
have faded to a shade of blue/gray.
my skin hangs,
barnacles appear daily,
on my old hull of self.
hair grows out of my ears,
and on my shoulders.
my head is bald,
i have scars from accidents and surgeries.
yet, i am still a man.
my penis hasn't denied me.
i lust.
i fantasize about an assembly line,
of supple young women.
they blow their life into me.
with ruby/red lips.
they fill my lungs, with their youthful vigor.
i am an aged blow-up doll.
i emerge from my elderly crysalis.
if only for one night.
i am a virile young man, once again.
i keep my male myth alive.
i am fooled into thinking that,
i become what i once was.
my mid-life crisis has lasted 20 years.
she is thirty...
looks great in high heels.
but most importantly,
she has filled my lungs with youth.
she breathes her life into me.