Bullet and Flesh

skin's metalized and robust.

no blood no veins,

but metal nerves.

i rest in thy gun,

i am bullet.

as fingertip pulls trigger,

thou paint my vivacity,

exuberant ecstasy.

i chase to your aim--

tattered man-

your hellish life killer.

while chasing i shout

"weeee, weeee,

i'm free, i'm free!"

kissing i am in his skin

flesh sings out of blue:

"lalalala... Alas!"

i, stupid, am stolid.

sun, stars, moon

grow darker.

my death's patience is over.

i ricochet,

i fall.

his flesh

is bulletproof.