You skinned my heart

A bone in your brain
Surge in your eyes
Fury in your tongue,
and a hairy tail.
What are you?
He asks.

Invoking an eye storm,
She begins reverently:
My tongue lashes in its will,
The bone steers my thoughts.
This orb here is my observatory,
And the tail doubles as a belt.

Cheque please, he thunders quietly,
You ditched me for caffeine.
You skinned my heart.
I'm hopping on to another boat.

You are my heart glove, she mists him.
I have not yet seen sunrise,
But I'll let you hold my tail when it's dark.
I can pacify your fist.

No difference, he hides his eyes
I'm hypnotic now, but wont be
Your words are effervescent
Palms warm now, sweaty later.

Turmoiled, He combs anxiety.
She stirs her brain and chews her tail.
Pulls her shoelaces. Tugs hiphairs.
Envelopes him in her Litchi eyes.

Inside the fluffy hurricane,
He is squeezed gently,
He belches out an affection.
And she vows to make him her caffeine.

He/She

He punches a code in his right kneecap,
And presses his belly button.
His right calf unzips open,
And three elastic balls dribble out.
Catching two with his hands
And the third with his mouth
He then turns to the girl.

Inserting the two inside her pockets,
And balancing the third on her nose ridge,
She vomits out a spoon,
And gently taps the ball with it.

The ball rolls upwards to the forehead.
Splits into two equal halves,
And begins spewing black spindles,
Which starts rooting into the skin
And become two bushy eyebrows.

Yuck, says he. I like the browless eye.
It's for me to decide, retorts she.
And besides, I also prefer a browless smile.
Huh? Asks he. What could that possibly mean.
The brow you have, jokes she,
Between your nose and your mouth.

Ahh, but this is a sign of virility, says he.
And besides, we shave them off if need be.

But that does not make any… she begins
But the balls in her jeans begin spewing spindles,
Tickling her and making her squirm laughingly.
And what in the name is that?
She says they are her bovine hiphairs.
Hiphairs I can comprehend, he says.
But why bovine? Then she says:
Well, they came out of your calf, didn't it?

Presently, he tugs at her hiphairs
Ouch, she squeals, why did you do that?
But before he can answer, her navel bulges out,
and she yelps laughingly in surprise.
Impossible, an eye! He says,
It's a digestive eye, she says,
It might come in handy during tummy aches

But logically, it should be something else
That reports. Not something that takes in stimuli.

Hmm, that's odd, she says, you're right.
So, she takes a deep breath, and keeps still
While the navel swallows the eye.
And as she violently breathes out,
He sees a belly button.