Kiss Me

I'm just trying to be profound.
but I'm in a box,
of boxes and little Mary Janes.
Ever dwindling lights of shiny dog tags,
and loafs of ardent newspaper gibberish
floating by your nullahs and basin.
Too thin is your bubble gum wall.
Pop it goes,
when i whisper love into your heart.
And bomb you go,
imploding with all the sugar-knives.
Rolling stones and combat boots
make up your
footsteps.
Sky lark, stop the arrow shoots.
And the stubble, unseen with foam kisses
is just a paradox for beauty.

Crumble a little, allowing
the alien white teeth to bite non-space,
To touch a lymph and to touch my vein.
Bathe naked in the abandonment of the hill
and sink into the earth with your tarps.
Run and hide under some opaque skin.
Feel.
Breathe.
Kiss me.

I am nothingness,
I am faulty,
And disappearing.
Feel.
Breathe.
Kiss me.