My love for you crawls into my back and sits there like an obedient dog. Pick me up and throw me though a plate glass window. My body goes to war in your name. I have never seen those organs, those cell structures before but I’m a fan of them. You make me glad to be seven in age. I like to be counted on fingers again. This is what two objects colliding at the speed of light and making no noise looks like.
When you kiss me my lungs fail.
February 7, 2010