The mayflies dance and writhe
In sex and joie de vivre
For just one day in May
Foreplay
Coitus
Climax
Again and again
Then the silence
Of cold death.
To the gods
Who are immortal
You and I, love,
Are just two Mayflies
Writhing on our bed
For but a day
And then we turn
Back to clay.
©David Cooper August 13, 2013
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