I masturbate
Before I pray
I blind myself
Before I see
I tickle time
Like it is mine
A blond play thing
With big blue eyes
And a dumb smile
That is my time
So what is yours?
More to the point
May I tease yours
Away from you?
Your minute hand
Snapped off your clock
And taped to mine?
No? What a shame
I could have loved
What I could take
Maybe not love
Truth to be told
But stolen time
Inspires fondness
And lazy verse
Meandering
Pretentiously
Romantically
Not with a bang
God forbid that
Nor a whimper
But just middling
Not much before
Not much after
Awake in bed
Sometime at noon
Is that not fair
Enough for you?
Or good enough
for sweet adieu?
No? Not enough?
Then kindly sit
While I pour tea
A toast for Queen
Rum roasted nuts
And bitter cream
Pray look away
While I unzip
And diddle mine
A royal plum
With stringy hairs
But a kind smile
To pass the time.