Static Electricity

In second grade we did an experiment with static electricity,
 We rubbed balloons on our heads
 And stuck them to walls.
 And kissing you is kinda like that.
 My hair stands on end,
 I get shocked when I touch things
 And I want to tell you stupid stuff like
 Kissing you is a bundle of kittens
 Colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour
 It's like being shot with a dart gun made of hummingbirds
 That shoots darts made of hummingbirds
 And your lips are so soft I can't actually tell when we are touching
 Like braiding hair underwater
 Like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows and clouds
 And your favorite books
 When you kiss me the cartoon devil and angel on my shoulder
 Climb into my ears
 Lick all of my neurons
 And start fucking on my brainstem
 If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter
 And I were a Kia Sorento
 You could drag me anywhere
 Kissing you is patient and impossibly slow
 Like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers
 Or cooking a turkey with a lighter
 You remind me of the time in second grade
 When Bethany Hopkirk
 Called me a freak face and stabbed me in the arm with a pencil
 Cause Kissing you is kinda like that
 Unhealthy and will probably result in disfigurement
 But baby, bring on the facial scars and lead poisoning
 Cause when you kiss me you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt
 You are the screen door of my childhood
 All taste and swinging
 So full of holes you could never keep anything in
 You are every black eye
 You're a semitruck and I'm a turtle with two broken legs
 And a broken heart
 You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together
 Driving on four flat tires
 Playing Frisbee at night with a saw blade
 Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window
 Exploding into a cloud of robins and reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers
 And when I can't kiss you
 I try to find the static electricity in my apartment
 I dig around in light sockets
 Change lightbulbs with my teeth
 And make out with the toaster
 And I know we've only been seeing eachother for a couple weeks
 But baby when you kiss me
 I can't remember my middle name
 Or which one is my left foot.
 So come over tonight
 We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks
 And we'll let our lips drift toward each other
 Like tectonic plates made…
 Out of kittens.