Caboose

Exploding like a pen, in your mouth, paint you purple.
The moss that crawls on your back the floor kisses my back.
With all this falling you might say I’m falling for you.
(brush off my knees and I shall kiss it all better)
Necks laced with ivy shooting missives straight from stalling starts
Don’t grow old, grow golden, this is the last time I write your name one thousand times.. how can you sleep like a baby?