untitled as of yyet

We both know this is for show
Stiff-lip kisses, business blows.
When there is a puncture in this heart-shaped balloon
The screaming, farting air is a warning siren, ignored.
You just plug the holes
Stuff the hole. Stuff my hole.
I am hungry in other ways, you know.

I'm a terrible hostess, if you haven't noticed.
It takes 10 shots to melt this ice.
Our love is like
A slow-burning candle. It lasts but there is scarce heat.
I want a wick that hisses as it burns.
And wax that streams down in hot sticky waves,
Forming mud-glob caves.
And I want it to smell like beeswax, spooned out of the hive.

Our love is like
A sleepy cat. It's fuzzy and cozy, but real fuckin lazy.
I want a murderer of mice that hisses when he's mad,
With fur of tangles and missing patches.
And I want it half-starved, so it knows how to survive.

Our love is
A day on the beach. It's warm but the sand is awkward to walk on.
And the water is still, still.
I want an overcast sky that hisses when it leaks.
And solid ground, less cloud-carpet terrain.
And I want it with Mike because we both know how to surrender to lightning.