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.