Do you think I could speciate you in my head?
Wander around you pre arranged anatomy
After I've determined the best native environment for cultivation?
take a boat to the middle of the pond I've encased you
Past the fairy's whose eyes I've been told not to look into
unless i want to loose my soul indefinitely?
Like I already have to you
Or would it be easier
Kinder
To cultivate you in a petri dish
On my desk, In my drawer
Would you like instead to be a rain drop
Perpetually
Rolling down a windshield
In the deepest curves of a winding forest
Over and over again
Brought up through the mountains
Down through valleys and streams and 'criks'
So that you'd land on the same car wind shield-mine-each summer solstice?
Before a full moon I could bath your carnivores hide I'd finally learned to clone into the perfect specimen of bear
not feral--
loves trash still
and always up for cuddles?
What will it be, sir?
(excuse weird fun poem i happen to like I'm trying to get back into writing. Just thoughts. I love romance as much as philosophy and science. Always have)
