N.e.b.o.h. AKA Trystn Waller
Creature you in breach on me
This being rocks all living things
She swings on vines and clings on trees;
amazing beast that wildly sings
On me she puts a witch's spell;
a dart frog poison liquid gel
My lyric-bathing cinematic,
one-bra wearing flung in havoc--
Oh, and she dances I might add,
this folly, live hamadryad
Her breath is strong but never reeks;
her voice is loud but never peaks
Though bold in chin and nose and cheeks
the creature's skin is fine and sleek
Oh, dancer queen that rubs off bright
A brilliant lunar satellite
with actions that I gyrate with,
and commands that I am at width
to consider, if to me it tells
because I'm under witches' spells
And lizard tongues with dragon wings
and blueish pools of youthful wells
sparkle, glitter shines on its shell
and above its hundred eyes
It makes a clear disguise because all clarity she brings
With a natural sense like vast backdrops
or cauliflower lollipops
She burns like fifty suns, the creature
An animal of circus fun
Her radiation fries my outside,
her hide is woven lead sulfide
And eyes too deep for rocket ships
to endlessly fleet the universes,
Too bright for super nebulae
Such dark and muddy fantasy!
A globe of points tied down in one
An ache I feel when she has gone
like parasitic symbiont;
an avant-garde cartoon savant
with animated movie smiles of exaggerated style
The scorching that I feel before surreal peace sets me clean;
my feet turn all the shades of blue and my face goes all green
Since the beast lent her neck and back to saddle me
Since the dawn of days until nighttime its fix holds on to saddle me
Gracias por leer!
