When the end comes

it is easy to live

Trust me,

you do not need much
a thick layer of

vegemite spread to

the corners of toast
shaving your legs

twice a year

and your pubic hair

even less
an hour-long phone call

to hear their voice
a whiff of the flowers

as a reminder

they only exist to die

and this is the way of things
using the thin-stemmed

wine glasses prone to shattering

and the left over perfume

from Duty-Free
the cold relief

of the ocean

and the pleasure

beneath a solar shower
your nose nuzzling the nape

of my neck in the morning
Yes. You are needed to live
Let us live these last days

together hand-in-hand

with the nice glasses topped

to the rim with red 
drinking it all in

before the collapse