On the last morning
we were together
I made chilaquiles.
It was good, maybe
the best chilaquiles I had
ever made.
Afterwards we made love
in the middle of her living room,
giant windows all around,
the beaming sunshine
on our breasts,
her flower melting upon me,
two ancient lovers
lost in our ancient eyes together.
Gasps and moans from our souls
from another lifetime,
melting into one another,
we brought one era to a close
and brought a new one
into being.
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