HI-JACK UP JILL

No we don't yearn
all are brought by negligence
(no condoms)
else desire
when both are on
like inferno raging fire

later when sans all
Shakespeare's call
we hold hands

till we walk along the river's bank
hands though soft
now limber-less lifeless

we merge with the ocean of time
unknown for all wondrous poetic rhyme
only memories live behind

for a minuscule few
they make stone trees
as tall as palm ones

which also decay then die
in some tornadoes or tsunamis

more different ones come along
you and I never do
nor ever will

but later born
will be modifications
of many JACKS
but a single
Jill's
oven one only