Because We Are Both Cartoons~

Because we are both cartoons
I will flick your uvula
with my tongue and listen to it

reverberate, parenthesis extending
from your neck and mouth like sonar,
catching them in my own mouth and chewing

I will also make love to you like two
inside-out barracudas, salty and demonic
and lustfully dead in the emptiest sea;

our bed was made by a tornado
that we both created when our
mothers, equally precise, asked

if a tornado had run through here.
We answered, "Yes mothers," and continued
our stupid, nonlinear love scene

with sounds like crushed duck and ink
spilling from the bed like miracles
of shadowless, uniform impossibilities.