A Poet's In the Corner: The Never-Ending Story

If your tongue could flick my ear lobe

As gently as the leaves tickled the sky in an autumn breeze

Then we’d really have something here

We’d have something clear

Something undefined

So mine

Legs intertwined

And curved spines

Fine wines

Smoke laced

Paper chase

Eyes grace

Divine grace

Short skirts

Truth hurts

Spandex slides

Love forgives

But can love live?

Can they forgive?

Can they forget?

Is that regret?

Oh, we met

Again and again

An old friend

But a God send

We mend

The broken hearts

Shattered into smithereens

No spleens

Splenectomy

You got next to me

You’re testing me

My patience

Your waist’s bent

Temptation

Hesitations

Full thoughts

Full-bodied

Full voices

Moans

Groans

Student loans

Alone

Never

We’re always together

Are we?

I don’t know

We grow

Separately

Into infinity

Again undefined

Intertwined

Be mine

You’re fine

I’m fine

We start over

Grow older

Grow smarter

Long harder

Check departures

Travel

Unravel

At the seams

Have long never-ending dreams

Screams

Creams

Body lotions

Scented

With ravenous fragrances

Not sure what you’re aiming at

It’s aimless

Things, changes

Short-changing

Deranging

Strange-ing

This never-ending bullet

Confused

Misused

Abused

A muse

You lose

I win

And this is where another story can begin.