Sex in the Apocalypse
I'll carry this couch with you on it. we will not be destroyed but yes, the garden has been demolished though hummingbirds return for the Turk's Cap along the fence they go from stagnant, to blistering, which feels familiar one transcendence to another a tourist in each returning to port then pulled out again by color certain red objects brilliant against old footage a poppy a war in many ways I feel that we knew each other before we must have done the way you identified my mouth like a plant from home and I know your hands and I fear so capably your loss as if it has happened




Fess up. You collaborated with a hummingbird on this one.
How red! How dense! Briliant!