fiction
intimate
with non fiction
on a honeymoon
on an island
the natives
serve them liquor and fruit
pretending to like them
tolerating the love affair
they better keep making love
settling into marriage
comfortable
in rest
tolerated no more
looks like dead riot police apologizing
looks like their fear tactics failed
looks like independence
feels like forever
feels like the people of the world
have something in common
an enemy
out in the open
with its branches spread thin
receding roots
the plot thickened
dried up and crumbles
fiction and non fiction fornicate
the ultimate revolutionary
is born