Endless Buffet Of Love Poem by John W. McEwers

I could spend a lifetime eating this onion ring.
She could finish her smoked salmon
and be on to her dessert, and between nibbles
I'd say, 'I'll be your dessert, ' and she'd giggle
and I'd go on nibbling that onion ring, forever,
so, like the Ouroborus, my time with her
would never end.

I would chew it down to a diamond wedding ring
if I actually had the time
the heat
and the pressure.

But she asks for the bill.