As time dissolves to pudding, watch my spoon,

and I’ll consume a plastic plate of years;

to turn the bastard Never into Soon,

how long must we endure these false veneers?

I swim upstream to spawn inside your tears,

exploding guilty dams that stem your blood,

your happiness spills over new frontiers

as passion pulses through you like a flood.

I pull you from a pool of clinging mud,

as life ties knots around you in its weave;

we lock the sheets of past with chain and stud

tomorrow waits with dreams we can believe.

We’ll lick the plate and ask the Gods for more,

And lie replete, on sunset’s secret shore.

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