"As of Late or, The Hypothetical Hypothesis of Love"

I watch your
knobby knees
Stained
from the glassy green grass
From the morning dew,
Dangle

and

I'd just prefer that
I lay here
upside down with you.
Maybe glance once or twice
at the floor,
while the world
bubbles, boils,
buries itself;
while the ashes pour,
my dear.


EC