if we were action figures
in an embrace
. . .if plastic could kiss
if it was us
the heat
might bend
and the action figures
would be naked
if we were pumpkins
my vines would be
all over you
and i would smile like
a carved halloween
and blue birds would
flutter over your garden
if six were nine
and i was with you
i would kiss you from
piggies to dark
from a smile to pretty moles
connecting freckles
with sultry numbers
and i would know you
inside and beyond