Saturday Sonnet: Eternity

It’s true my love for you is not eternal – but then
Again, you aren’t either. Would you really
Want something that’s been forged so goddamn steely
It goes beyond our use? Now that's like when
A kite’s so high our satellites disturb it.
Then what’s the point of that? IT'S OUT OF SIGHT!
Not only is it lost, it even might
Drag off the kid who’s holding it in orbit.
Or else, again, just what use could I ever
Find for a condom ending in Bangkok?
– In West-Australian soil? – or, in fact, never?
That probably belongs to God. I’m not
Quite that endowed, but if you want forever
Then try me, hon. We’ll give it our best shot.