Tempting Time
Time, O Time!
Rest a while in my arms.
Cannot I waylay you with silken whispers,
sweetened promises, and love irresistible?
Come and drink deeply of my mortal sap.
Let it befuddle your senses and cloud your judgement.
Let it drive you to madness and obsession.
Let it bring you before me begging and pleading,
for a taste of life and death upon my lips.
And then you will be still -
and we shall be eternal.
29 October 2021
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2021
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