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