Bailar con migo

I want to sit

facing the roaring sea

at your side.

Once young and virile

now skin marked with spots

tells of age

elasticity lost

now riddled with wrinkles of time

hair devoid of melanin

bleached by the sun of decades past.

The path to the sea side

is riddled with many torments

and joys.

My love, are you ready?

Excited?

We’ll begin as agile adventurers

and end as aged sojourners

on this beautiful blue dot.