ME & YOU: NOT A LOVE POEM

Show ME how YOU feel, YOU tiny mass of immortal spit! 
I am hyper (me) and exhausted 
from all this insecurity
If YOU wanna kiss ME 
intertwining your tongue with mine
like twisted metal fresh from wreckage
Then kiss ME, 
but not an ordinary cliché Hollywood kiss
a kiss that surpasses all insecurities 
and ideas of lust as we know it. 
If YOU have the itch
to do something you've never done before
but always have wanted to do
but never had the nerve.... 

swim in a vat of Jell-O
I'd like to do that.... There is always room for Jell-O

just anything! some action
Give ME excess in this dreadful drought of life o mine
Let ME feel the wind zipping through my hair, at great speeds
your sweet temptous hand, lingering upon my unshaven leg
Oh dear god to feel alive again... 
I can feel it
I can feel it

So much energy and so little to do and go
and I know there are things out there things I just want 
to grab and kiss
or tear to shreds! 
call it passion! Self-destruction or what YOU will
and even though I am feeling ill
I want YOU! not just YOU as an entity or independent being
but YOU as the idea of having YOU whoever YOU are. 
where ever YOU may be. 
Not any YOU in particular 
but a general YOU! 
you, you perfect little chocolate egg oozing with sugary yoke like cream
YOU! The only YOU, there is. 
One, whose not afraid to find out
exactly how I feel.