It's Monday
sigh,
oh me oh my
why,
'twas Sunday only yesterday
what trickery is this?
I kiss her slowly as she wakes.
They say that sixty seconds takes a lifetime for
a minute,
she makes a lifetime longer and the hours
make me hunger,
but her kiss comes on much stronger than before.
Only Monday makes me smile like this
the waking kiss,
Sunday I miss, but not that much
such are the ways of days in the week
who seeks to stay in a given day
stagnates,
she waits until the ink runs dry
oh me oh my
why
'twas full only a Moon ago.