Channeled Valentines

And while it may be both
too early and too late
to proclaim your perfection

every morning when

I come out the ants
have rebuilt their sand village
on the patio bricks
which every night’s hosing down
washes away

through the whole meeting

she sat
having to pee badly

without laughter no moon

only existence could have

invented existence

and then we lay there
in a swoon