She helped to make my decision
as to why not make incisions.
(I've let my guard down.)

No alarms went off when she tripped the security system.
My ribcage has been ransacked.
(My green-apple heart has gone a-missin'.)

We've set up one more tent than needed,
a soirée complete with amaretto
and America's favorite variety of cola.

Wrapped arms around, her breath is sound.
(Pulse accels.)

I exhale in sections, new set of lungs
came without directions.

Lips-synched whispers, legs tighten, minds frighten.

Tears like flowered petals,
roll gently off,
as morning dew.

and I'm just a regret, a great start to a perfect ending.
(My incessant depressant, my anti-love.)

Don't you feel proud?
(Don't feel too special.)
I won't be this careless when double-vision compromises.

Ponder backyard quandary (as attached as I may appear).
Fish through sweaty laundry,
this girl's rookie-of-the-year.

Sit motionless, eyes locked on you, as you lay unconscious.
A million calm psychotic voices stutter, "D-d-do I really want this?"

[[Nervous I am.
Poison you are.]]

How inconvenient, little orange shorts possess the ladle to my sexpot.

Don't believe a single word I say.
I could never be better,
better off,
"without you anyway."