The Anthropologist

Beauty is an endangered species
rarely sighted.

We hide it in the creases
of our kisses,
tucked and stored safely.

Let us lock lips and hold
our breath throughout the years to come…

Throughout the rising of the tides,
the thick filth that will hide the sky,
and the melting of our skin.

And if we do not make it, my Love,
let the sole survivors, who most
certainly will have forgotten
star-gazing on a lazy June-night,
cut through the hardened-glue of
our saliva and separate our skin like
opening a book of poems by Hafiz.

Let us be the brief mist
upon which rainbows smile.