Love, Via Warner Bros

Warner Bros

I’m a fork in your microwave, sparking.
A goddess clutching lightening sticks.
The sizzling skeletal outline of a cartoon
cat with its paws on live wires.
An electrical fire. Sodium bicarbonate.

You’re the loose floorboard that slaps
my forehead – smack! – to the sound
of canned laughter. The lasso that pins
a sprung palm tree to the sand.
My mouse trap, my rabbit warren.

Like a bath bomb of ice-cream in soft drink.
The frantic tug of a thousand
tiny cupids. A magic carpet
that carries us, sleeping, clear
through the night. Our velvety rocket.


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