[To Have Met You] a poem

Can we be destined,
both,
to perpetual wildness?
If there are two of us,
you know,
danger from those who aren't
us two,
is inevitable-

-bayonet-led, a chainsaw-finish,
absinthe chaser to save us the
misery of our hidden
existence-


-Dontrell Lovet't

from, [To Have Met You]