I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.

they do not kiss
but they both want to
instead their feet touch and so do their arms
it is electric magic
their tiny arm hairs tingling
happily lying together
the sun warming them
watching sky through green-leafed gum branch
close enough to hear each other breathe
sweet togetherness
this lazy lying down dance of love

. . . blah blah blah and rhubarb.

It was nice to get a taste of their life,

One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, / One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste - / The Stars are setting and the Caravan / Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!

He had very good taste. He always said he'd never done anything in his life, but this house is his memorial.