When you kiss me my lungs fail.

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.