[mousepoet]: 243.mousey's Poetry.you're a good kisser,charlie brown

A Charlie Brown Christmas plays in the background
As we make out on the couch that sits in my brain,
Right behind the piece of tissue
That gives me my motor skills.

You sit across the room
(As we breathe through each other’s lungs
in my mind)
And pretend you don’t feel my eyes
Boring a hole in your skull.

We might as well have our heads tipped back
And be singing Christmas carols
for all it helps us.

And with our heads back that far,
We just might drown,
Like turkeys in the rain
Water running down our noses
And down our throats
And into a dark place
That still believes we have it all together.