Strange Lust

My mind was a bird cage
lined solely with obituaries
until you came along
with your popcorn heart
and your Silly Putty soul.
You showed me the Sunday comics
on your sleeve
though they were backwards
I still laughed.
Hygienic and symmetrical,
your lips flushed in
perfect genital mimicry -
Soft secondary sexual
characteristics swelling from your sweater
brought a bulge to my Bugle Boys
yet left enough blood to fill my ears
with hot tingling
as your eyes landed my lap.
I couldn't help but fall for your charms.