In the Age of Divorce and Disaster

Yes, darling,

I would love to

share a glass of red with you,

and I can think of nothing

sweeter than to join you

for a romp in the bathtub.

Of course, darling,

I'll spend the night with you,

and every night after this one --

let us make love

all over this city, and when

we've fucked the city dry,

let us flee to the country

to spread our seeds and tend

them 'til they're ripe as

your plum tongue upon

my swollen nipples.

For you see,

darling, we have no choice now

but to show our fellow human beings

that in this age of divorce

and disaster, not every glass

shatters, not every tub drains.