Flip Flop Swap

Corroded drops of sweat

turn me inside out.

Lightning of my soul cracks

a fissure to let you in

deep inside,

multiplying our time

before we switch bodies,

clinging to final shadows

of ourselves.

I become you and

you become me

smacking against

closed windows

like impaled flies

where we don’t

quite fit.

I grasp the fireflies

of your lungs,

inhale your glow

on slick flat

of my tongue,

breathe in

your essence and

you tender me yours

as I offer

you my joy,

hand you my light.

I bleed out

through your skin

as you inhale

my sanguine bubbles.

We stand as statues

wondering who

we really are,

stretch into regression

in a combat zone

of swapped bones,

holding our bodies

together as

different entities

while we wear

each other

in our hair.

I swap your sun

for mine

and become

what is inside you

and you joust

in my world

in a clear coat

of spumed paint.

But, dear love

I can’t swap

with you forever

because it’s my life

and I must complete

my journey,

in my own body,

and you must revert

to the person you are.