We walked from the house with the ruby fruit tree
enveloped by bright orange honey sunshine:

We were adults playing children,
giddy and innocent.
We were children playing adults,
lustful and wicked.

Sunset Boulevard vibrated underneath our wings,
Our feet
Our hearts.

The dry November palm tree leaves were peacock tails and imperial headdress.
Our words and laughter pure poetry of youthful love.

We Three
We Two.

We One.