How does the panda become so blue?
Electric like the wiry hairs at the base of my spine,
you know, my tail.
And that man, her father, just wouldn’t leave her alone.
What a great job he had done,
to usher such a wonderful child into the age of darkness.
The red-eye rush fully in effect,
buns in the oven,
hearts open, and dreams wide awake.
Your tail was moving with focus,
as your delicate hands shaped a pie,
of lovely proportions, which hit all the right spots.
When will you be off?
Just in time to miss mourning traffic,
on your way home (to my mind).
Those rings under your eyes are beautiful under these fluorescent lights,
and i can’t keep my eyes off your slender panda-tude,
wishing i would awake underneath your electric covers.
You and i aren’t so different,
but tonight, and the next
we won’t ever know that.