one week to go until
lift off. love will blanket
the whole of town,
gum-licked sheathes will
crack openward, rose-
holding bears, eyes glassed
over to roar love-

we love each other. today
we'll eat calamari and blink
through the candied dark into
eyes vs eyes. sex menu,
fish-net murmers, the entire
history of us; gusset-less,
staggering islands of lust.