my lungs explode every time i see you. but only a little.
the butterflies in my stomach peel my burst flesh from my chest wall as i sputter and sigh.
your gaze is white hot,
searing heart shaped blackness into my corneas.
i want it all over.
i want you all over.
i don't care how much it hurts, and God,
it's been so long.
really. i need you to rip me open in the most gruesome way,
and i am eager to return the beating.
i want to feel your heart beating.
i want to hold it in my hands and suck all of that sweet that cherry coke out of your arteries,
get it all stuck in my gums.
make a home in the cavity in your chest.
i'd light myself on fire to keep it warm-
as long as i am permitted to suck the sugar off your teeth.
i could make you beg for it.
i'd love to watch you try.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
