Forever Young, Forever Beautiful In Milwaukee I met a mountaineer he told me how he’d taken an old lady from there to one of those famous mountaintops where her husband once had perished and dropped Being a gymnast she was in very good shape but once in a while they had to stop for a break to warm their hands on a cup of java As he helped her put on her balaclava It’d been 42 years he had heard but the man’s body was quite well preserved from the permanent cold he was Forever young forever beautiful On the way down her cheeks were redder redder than the reddest apple they set up their tent at basecamp crawled into their sleepingbags and she lit a candle She said: You should’ve seen him in his summer clothes the short pants that gently exposed his calves that spoke of hidden treasures golden ratios, unknown pleasures She told him how their bodies had together bloomed that first time they did it in her student room How she had got on top of him so she could see everything reflect in the light of the moon Forever young forever beautiful