In_Time_Mate Or In_Time_I_Date Sting [h]alter-Wring Or Sing Altar Ring Current Version After Burgess Abstrophy Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

'Forever' seems an attitude
repeatedly inflated,
fantastical as fervent mood
through which it is created.
Sweet dreams evolve to covert feud
quite unanticipated
when he or she, or both, fast, prude,
feel trust's been desecrated
when practicalities intrude
on idyll time-outdated.
Familiarity, once wooed
contempt breeds, hopes stalmated
when lovey-dovey interlude's
perceived plot perpetrated
on pipe-dream theme somewhat askewed
when truth is estimated.

Is passion spoiled by plenitude,
or, consecrated, sated?
castrated by its magnitude,
once baited is abated?
Is passion passing interlude
its pride of place vacated
when self by self is too imbued -
in_time_mate intim_I_dated,
passion pursuant to pursued
with chaste and chased related,
missel_toe issue tissue wooed?
bourgeois romance out-dated?

Amor cavorting in the nude
tryst trophy team instated,
finds double assets well accrued
physicians fitly fêted.
Or is it just lust for bust crude
between divorce created
by cheesy lawyers out for feud
too well remunerated,
communication misconstrued,
excuse pre-fabricated?
Is family sollicitude
ideal deal which rich waited?

Is love submissive servitude
to idyll [l]over-rated
triple A by Moody's in the Mood,
Fitch, Standard Poor berated?
or self through wealth from shelf rescued
by bright knight silver plated.
Is true romance a tale well cued
in fact or fiction weighted,
ideal two feel that if unglued
becomes prevaricated,
some self-fulfilling platitude
to divine will related?

Philandry's dreams seem turpitude,
their moral base truncated,
to narrow creeds whose redes home-brewed
would Punch, Jude, jail, castrated.
Such witless hypocrites conclude
just unjust must be gated
to leave room free for certitude
above all annulated.
Behind philosophies pooh poohed
by Nature, celebrated
are whips and scorpions for 'lewd'
behind bars flagellated.

Blind minds on their own failings brood
through fears articulated
in 'weak end' psychodramas. Who'd,
survive incarcerated
by bigotry which would exclude
free-love's joy elevated?
And what of polyandry's dudes,
their birthrights abidicated
to queen bee who would then preclude
them from role dedicated
to sowing wild oats, who, subdued
by cuffs are dominated?

What of divorcees in the mood
for folics over-rated,
are shot-gun weddings bloom bestrewed
by town clerks consecrated
sure guarantee that love's renewed,
when former spouses hated
suggest things rotten parties screwed
in Shakespeare's Denmark Stated.
Is love true state of mind or shrewd
assessment calculated
as welcome win/win option chewed,
advantage meditated,
by bride and groom till tomb's subdued,

Is true love raiment rainbow hued,
chromatic notes collated,
kaleidoscope beatitude
symphonic susurrated
between hope's life-line interlude,
fine-tuned, recalibrated?
or seamen's hearts red, blue tattoed
under influence sedated
until new ship's sails are reviewed
with lost love abrogated?
Emotion's timeless amplitude
forever is debated
by cynics whose ineptitude
cannot be understated.

Can entente hand in glove allude
to kith, kin, karmic fated?
Is XX lacking fortitude
when XY flags deflated
or need to feed seeds needs construed
as sharing pairing baited
by reproductive fair game food,
threads generations bated?
Track records rarely all include,
beware, life's dice are weighted!

Is prime mate musing magic trick,
or sleight of wishful thinking
which senses sweeps in augenblick,
then changes course a-winking?
Is lovelorn candle, life's trimmed wick,
in time's rhyme ego linking?
fidelity through thin and thick?
complicity gone kinking?
Are all emotions fiery flick
or blatant double-thinking
returned to loved-one double quick,
upon reflection sinking?

Is lust light uncontested beam,
star-studded, scintillated,
or shared commitment as a team
regularly restated?
Are passion plays part of heart's scheme
[t]win-win anticipated
to foster further fondness, gleam
fantastically fêted
as variations on a theme
confirm the term related?
Or should one, wary of extreme,
prepare for fall check-mated?

Is passion part of heaven's game
Chance challenging unshrinking,
deflecting Fate from some false aim,
from former flame unthinking?
Is passion love, love passion tame,
or echo self-hoodwinking?
Truss channelled through trust karmic chain
or opportunist skinking
twinned souls sole, self-centered claim
staked counter Fate moves inking?
or shameless counterfeit quitclaim?
on blameless vestal pinking?

Can passion rhyme with peaches, cream,
through humdrum soar elated
to reach peak plateau, stay supreme,
joy never dissipated?
Or must Time take its toll, lose steam,
as tears evaporated?
Is troth plight tsunami torrent stream
wave pupils wide dilated
or self-delusion's mirage dream,
peer pressure instigated?

Love, hate, hate, love, chase interlude
between haste chaste created
to fill the void both gal and dude
avoid till terminated.
Yet can love live, forgive, when crewed
by team at odds, unsated?
Base too unstable to be viewed
as else but dream deflated,
time no prime rhyme can ease, bestrewed
confetti falsely fêted.
Corps core intact, authentic feud
maintains 'gainst hate and hated.

Should devil dance, dare to intrude
between twinned karmas fated,
and counterfeit love reconstrued
two-timing triplicated
then authenticity's tease cued
motives manipulated
and all proves vain, no gain, pain brewed,
pawns challenged, chest check-mated.
Quantum entanglements delude
all who love/hate equated
no 'opposites' each must preclude
the other re-instated.

IS Love? if ‘tis, if ‘tisn't, what's the use?
Grounds hidebound logic lists sound vain, abstruse!