I'm driving down an expressway 
lined with newly-planted palm trees 
that never seems to end. 

The harbour twinkles in the sunset 
and it never ends. 

On the radio they've jacked into 1979 
and it's terminal 
but it never ends. 

The road is a smooth macadam 
and the signs point to exits 
that never end. 

Red dust flies from the kerbside 
and I'm drinking from a bottle of water 
that never ends. 

You're in the passenger seat,
we're on our first date 
and we laugh at something so hard 
it never ends. 

I'm pushing the button 
that rolls down the window 
and it never ends. 

The breeze never ends. 

The sunset never ends. 

We drive to the lagoon 
and get out and swim 
and it never ends. 

Our kiss never ends. 

I pull out the rubber band 
holding your hair back 
and it never ends. 

The look in your eyes 
as you lower your sunglasses
never ends either. 

We dance a long, slow dance 
and spin in a circle that 
(obviously) 
never ends. 

My sweat never ends. 

Your lips never end. 

Our visas will never expire.

The song of the crickets never ends 
although I wish it would. 

We fashion a bed out of sand 
and the scraping of the sand 
against our skin never ends. 

It's neverending. 

The sky never ends. 

The stars never end.

The comets never end. 

I draw constellations on your skin
and they never end. 

You smile and it feels like the world
should never have to end. 

Your legs never end. 

My training never ends. 

The juice never ends. 

The friction never ends. 

The cries never end. 

We turn into animals
and run helter-skelter down the beach, 
crashing into waves that never end. 

Your breasts are moons that never set. 

My flame is a fire that never goes out. 

Your touch never ends. 

The climax never ends. 

The plot, in disarray,
tries to find a way not to end. 

The untangling of limbs never ends. 

The separation never ends. 

The goodbyes never end. 

When you've endlessly left 
the loneliness never ends. 

The flight never ends. 

The letters you send me never end. 

Our reunion plans never end. 

The sickness never ends. 

The radio is still playing 
that song we knew
would never end. 

The ending never ends. 

You never end.

You never will. 

You never. 

You.