You and I both know that the ice caps are
rejoining the sea, that beasts dressed 
as men are bringing us to our ends so let us 
have each other while there is still time.
Let us have sunshine through the slatted blind,
a memory of green. I’ll keep your eyes, two sips 
of coffee, and the hymn of your kiss with me,
a talisman against a world which closes in,

ever hungrier.

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