I lie naked next to Time,
His fingers gently entwined with mine,
I kiss his chest softly,
"You must want me awfully,"
He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly,
Of how I love him so completely,
I treasure his perfect gifts,
Of seconds, minutes, hours, and how they shift,
I tell him to surrender,
And give me a few days more splendour,
But alas it was not to be,
For all the years he had already given me.
[an #acorn that is always in my head, today especially]
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