Bonnie & Clyde

She and I were
a catastrophic thing.

Two of the most beautiful
My dark eyes
and her bright browns,
big
always asking.

We laid there in the
bathtub in the middle
of the afternoon
White tiles under a
white ceiling

Side-by-side
one gazing, one sleeping

It would have only seemed
right for an end
as beautiful and level as our love,
a hail of assassins' bullets,
a quick blackness
filling the hot water
ruby red.
An end like Bonnie & Clyde
But in the steaming
serenity of a white bathtub