apocalypse

i'd like to be curled up with you
in front of the tv when the world
ends. we'll be awake, eyes open
and on each other, wrapped up
like a double pretzel. in the corner
of my eye a laundry detergent
commercial will be drowned out
by the sounds of terror, chaos,
things shattering and buildings
exploding, our hearts pumping
for the last time, but everything
will be silent and you and i will
gaze at one another and think,
let god kills us now because
there will never be a moment
as precious as this. maybe fate
will allow us to be reborn in the
same city, maybe we will stumble
across each other in heaven and
embrace with joy. maybe they
will find us and weep over our
cold bodies and bury us side by
side. or maybe there will be no
one to find us, and you and i will
lie there, together forever, like
you always promised.