Bubblegum love

Bubblegum love;
Am I any more than the flavor
Lost in your mouth
Wiped from your tongue
Drips down your chin.
Will it stick to the left of the chest?

Curves like a heart.
Is there a nest?
For a clipped winged bird
To settle–
These creatures were never
Made of metal.

So save that white flag of yours
And listen to the words melt
Away
Into walls that don’t count
How loud we pop this pink bubble–
Baby pink, you say
Lay me down into disguise.

It’s the baby’s cry
That drives this melody.

We’re searching for the chorus
To let the white and red collapse,
But we are both
And none
To wrap each other
In another one of these
Bubblegum stories
,To end with a pop
Or to swallow
Into something a little hollow
That is not easy to be found.