Poetica 20

Play with my skin like it has landmines.
Blow me kisses that explode on my lips.
The bullets that find my heart and head.
They are like tanks riding my naked body.
I came with no arms but still hold you.
As you destroy me, I mushroom towards a higher cloud.

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