Love and Death

I knew a man
He survived the camps
on his good looks.
Can I survive a party
On mine?

One boy’s blue eyes
found him favor
with the Nazis.
Can mine find me luck
With you?

One’s fair hair
passed him right
At a selection.
Will you
Swipe me right?

We’ll consummate
at the crematorium of desire
Set love free
In a smoking chimney
of the burning temple.

The end.