this is a paratrooper love-affair
the air-bombing night raids of your neck
by the royal armed forces of my mouth
i wish my lips were adequate to express
the way you make me sweat when we caress
but this sprawling mess of text will have to do
because i can’t coalesce with the frequency of your jaw
this is the first time
the first time i’ve had a two-way radio in the middle of war
with no interruptions from the heroin
because you are the new drug
so i apologize for my humbling fumbling mouth

this is obscene
if i don’t follow these airborne instructions
my bones could break
or maybe just the air you take away
i need oxygen
i must have oxygen
give me your lungs
cut me with your shoulder-blade serenade
if it means we can be together
so we can share the view of the nightlight in the bedroom

together

this is formula one racing
at least in my heart
beating faster for every second we’re alive
faster faster faster
i have every curve and contour of your body mapped
so i can’t crash or break my spine upon each winding line
i travel further south
all the courses on your body lead to the same intersection
faster faster faster
right before we die

right before i die i want to remember your hands right where you left them
and dream about your broken fingernails caught between my broken ribs
ribs are the most sexual of all topics
because they were designed for the both of us
when god ripped one out my chest
because i was raised by a marathon of condom commercials
the glass slipper of a generation
no more princes no more paupers
only stolen hearts and sunday night movie syndrome
i don’t want to find out i’m a superhero with an addiction to cancer
so let’s hide like trampled parachutes in mid-october vietnam
before the monsters in the closet try to take the nightlight away