This Field of Mine
3 October 2008 18:08![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesThings that are broken have sharp edges.
Let’s go catch shrapnel from army-green piñatas. We’ll take our Teflon butterfly nets out into the war-torn fields and catch stray bullets. We will laugh and play amid the dotted-line tracer rounds lighting up the busy night. Let’s bring home friendly fire and teach it to cuddle.
Smoking pizza-slice metal will keep our hands warm. Let’s puddle jump in no man’s land. We’ll tap dance on the land mines and wear grenade-pin earrings. We’ll be war children. Let’s turn attrition into attraction. Let’s tire out these birthday suits until they become fatigues.
We’ll jump laughing through the fantails of dirt thrown up by exploding shells like we’re little kids leaping through sprinklers on summer lawns. Let’s rouge our cheeks with gunpowder and ash. Let the staccato thudding of the machine guns be a drum beat bassline to our love song.
We’ll play hide and heat-seek. We’ll play minefield hopscotch. We’ll play bulletproof freeze tag. We’ll play badminton with bombs. Our hearts are grenades and we have seconds left. Let’s laugh and shimmy.
All is love in faring war. Let it rain.
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Let’s go catch shrapnel from army-green piñatas. We’ll take our Teflon butterfly nets out into the war-torn fields and catch stray bullets. We will laugh and play amid the dotted-line tracer rounds lighting up the busy night. Let’s bring home friendly fire and teach it to cuddle.
Smoking pizza-slice metal will keep our hands warm. Let’s puddle jump in no man’s land. We’ll tap dance on the land mines and wear grenade-pin earrings. We’ll be war children. Let’s turn attrition into attraction. Let’s tire out these birthday suits until they become fatigues.
We’ll jump laughing through the fantails of dirt thrown up by exploding shells like we’re little kids leaping through sprinklers on summer lawns. Let’s rouge our cheeks with gunpowder and ash. Let the staccato thudding of the machine guns be a drum beat bassline to our love song.
We’ll play hide and heat-seek. We’ll play minefield hopscotch. We’ll play bulletproof freeze tag. We’ll play badminton with bombs. Our hearts are grenades and we have seconds left. Let’s laugh and shimmy.
All is love in faring war. Let it rain.
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Date: 4 Oct 2008 01:34 (UTC)Oh, I am definitely loving this. Such wonderful wordplay! Thank-you. 8-)
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Date: 4 Oct 2008 03:32 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5 Oct 2008 00:27 (UTC)