Apocalyptic fears That come and go, Marvelous weather That gives me solace. I feel slightly thirsty. The housecleaner is gone And the floors are wet, Ready for my indoor skating. Freckled skin, The dog approaches And wets my knee With his muzzle. Acerbic love. I take a sip of wine, I call a truce, She leaves an open door. The wooden panel creaks, I get flustered And my cheeks redden When I imagine myself Writing this.