XIV

It's hard to think of us

alone on this rock;

spinning, spiraling.

Just a black and blue contusion

on the edge of the cosmos.

Then I see that red outline on your a*s.

Feel your hands on my c**k.

A gentle nibble on your bare breast.

In the grand scheme of things,

we are all nothingness,

twisting through the chaos.

So lets do anything and everything tonight,

cause we ain't getting out alive.