Monday, April 12, 2010

National Poetry Month, Day #12: Certified


My hapless victim,
my CPR dummy.

I want to watch your chest heave
at the touch of my lips.
I want to breathe life
into your expressionless face.

Don't worry.
I'm just practicing.

In case of emergency.
At best we're an accident
waiting to happen.

Your plasticine kiss.
My mouth barrier smile.
The urgency of preparation.
The apathy of facsimile.

The stale breath of old lovers,
better equipped now,
and moved on.

Someday somebody
will really need my help.
I'll be ready,
thanks to you.

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