mainframe

your stomach growled under pressure
from my fingertips etching further
into the plasticities that made
up the fragile inner heart:
making me laugh in retrospect
when your heartbeat grazed the
intricate, detailed fingerprint lines making
the heart of fragile existence:

that fragile existence not being
mine, but ours, together, collectively,
the textbook definition of us
colliding together with pictures and
words, grasping at theories and
ideas not yet widely known

(if i had to write
an encyclopedia definition of your
laugh, it'd take the whole
alphabet just to dissect the
small parts, and the numerical
system to analyze your heart -

so when you utter just
one word from those soft,
sweet lips of yours, honey
i am dangling on the
tips of them, falling precisely
at every second of sanity
that could be lost in
this game you delicately play)

skyscrapers were just buildings before
they met us, but now
they are reduced to rubble
despite their grandiose, overused fame;
and we take their place,
larger than life on our
pedestals, just waiting for the
bomb to erupt inside our
mainframe