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O’ this problematic /

of all that is quite antic /

stands in ways dramatic /

at the lover’s front door. /

But it would be most ecstatic /

and even a touch fantastic /

to touch your life elastic /

once upon a time once more. /

Though time be a bit erratic /

and full of senseless static /

like a radio set to bombastic /

’tis you my heart adores. /

And though life is all to plastic /

with desires trifling spastic /

my mind trips the light romantic /

in wishing for amour. /

So, redact moments miasmic /

and reach for ones orgasmic /

and travel beyond the didactic /

until we reach each other’s door. /

–David E. Booker