Rusty Perros.

If you were a woman,
and I was a man, and
you enjoyed kissing me,
holding my hand,
and laying in bed,
and making big plans, like,
where will we live
where we'll never know cold,
and let's stay together
until we are old,
and all of the years after that,
then,
I think that we should do that.

Monkeys, all.

The robot is turned on now,
and he, at last, then,
warms us so.
And the cats come,
when we call them home.
And we make feast,
from raw milk cheese,
and spelt flour, chocolate,
broth from bones.
And fitting hip to hip
we sail in sky or sea,
and glow like coal,
two rocket ships, us,
made to fit together,
pino, he loves carrot,
she loves monkey,
he loves we.