my Sig Sauer heart
is loaded with
[butterfly venom
and meteorite tears];
your lemongrass lies
and peppermint promises;
[riddle my heart
with high-voltage hurricanes, and you]
and each subsequent
cinnamon-kiss
[will only add
to my reckless recoil],
will shoot me down
and shatter me senseless;
[but your bittersweet breathlessness
corrodes my Kevlar core, darling]
and your ricochet rips at me more fearlessly than
any of your bandersnatch bullets
ever could.
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