Its Like Kissing Your Sister

A certain coldness exists
when one pulls the trigger
it is an exhalation
an absence of breath
a steady hand

Manly firmness, like they said in the Declaration of Independence
We the people
Breathe in
Imagine them in their underwear

Angular separation on silicon germanium
spreads the laser across your target
from this distance, like a big soft apple
It glows
Like that song
about that guy's sister

Sweet and clear
like moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
the road leads back to you

Pull