At dinner,
I give her my peppers
she gives me her celery,
and this is how we say I love you.

We swam in moonlight,
liquid and effusive,
basking in the twilight bliss
tasting the honey and kisses
that drip so willingly from the lips
of new lovers.

There is a thrill in living
in a universe that starts and ends
in the space between your body and mine
two binary stars orbiting one another in a dance,
volatile and overconfident,
undeterred by the fate
gravity has in store for us.
and the heat death of our little universe
comes fast
rather than slow
abruptly, though not altogether unexpectedly,
we have reached absolute zero.
now here we are
two dead stars
in an infinite expanse,
the last victims
of empyreal and perverted entropy.

I fear I have met
the echo of a god,
listless, but divine.

She dances
moonsoaked and citrine
with pale paper skin,
smooth palms open toward the sky
and from her desert-kissed lips
spill wildflower prayers.

She knows she is but
 a fleeting impression 
against the canvas of the night
so she betrays all her silver secrets
to the all too eager wind
who whisks them away
to some dusky autumnal den.

I have stolen
the last
of the milk

And now
you will probably
have to eat
your cereal dry

So sorry
my oreos
were thirsty