Mouth to Mouth

In the benign beginning, she was null and void
(without shape), translucent like the landscape
So, you can’t blame him for spitting on a pile of dust
Earth-toned that she was

And the smite was a warm blanket
Warm and moist
Ideal for germs and she was covered in her cradle;
A petri dish of saliva, dust and disgust
It was her first crush
The taste was robust
Take the red, mix with white
Quicken with the spark of hate (or life)

And now she needs it
She can fly like an F-15
And now she wants it
Your hate’s the typhoon beneath her wings

What a shock! It’s a shock! I’m in shock!

So, when you called her “weirdo”
It set the motion in her blood flow
And with your gust of laughter
It filled her lungs much like the act of “mouth to mouth”
But, maybe more south;
Filling her in-and-out
Throw a punch, feels like love
Fuels her like an isometric lunch

While she’s fed tacks and daggers
You’re soft with caviar
And now, she’s nuclear
How will you act when it’s at ten fold?

She never runs
She never hides
She says she can quit anytime
Anytime
Mmmmm