The Eternal Love Poem by Natasa To

Finally, crying.
Finally, the kings are on the cornfield.
The legless dog lies still in the cornfields
And eventually the fences of the cornfields
And the wilderness flowers return.

Like donut coaxed back out of the mouth,
This body is a formalist approach for a kiss.
Or vice versa.

Like a hug
Is oblivious, they don't know their love life is flower;
Are orchids in an age of eternal iteration?

Finally I have met you
In this video of us making out, making out
With happiness in your eternal love.