She Could Peel an Apple–In One Long, Curly Strip

Forever is always a moment away,
As if ‘twixt the tick and the tock of the clock,
There’s a moment it skips, that you miss as it stops,
And she was between that, but she never stays.

Forever is only a hair-breadth ahead
On the edge of the world–horizon met plains–
And one step from “never was heard from again,”
But beckoning me to her nowhere-shaped bed.

Listen! She’s muttering something obscene,
Between the swift censor of celibate time,
Its second-hand breaking her promising lines,
As if warning me what infinity means.

But she is infinitely calling me near,
And constantly tempting me walk towards the ledge
To hang on the side along Damocles’ edge;
Forever’s no friend, but she’s calling me dear.

She’s promised that she will be kind through the years,
She’s promising me of a love with no end,
She’ll promise no price on affairs we’ll begin;
She feels I’m her lover, so why feel I fear?

~Michael Danger Caskey

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