Bizarre tongue woman
The man's eyelids froze stunned—smooth, buttery,
skin bathed in milk, deep blue ocean eyes
Where stars glisten, a galaxy clustered within
His tongue moved, "An ethereal on the Earth."
"Am I gazing at a heaven-sent angel, my lady?"
Across her brow, a red static line popped—
Her mouth opened a little then—
"What, you haven't spoken about me?"
Like a shooting star, a hand—no!—a shell.
BAM! landed on the right-mid section of the
mouth and rounded, widened, dotted eyes
Cold sweat, he shifted one hundred eighty degrees.
His feet bam bam, the woman, her tresses—
Scaling heads smoking fire, her mouth,
Speak, "Run, you handsome man, I love you."
Folks came, and the girl's mouth yelled.
"Enemies! You where?" the folks say.
"It's our world; walk slow opposite,
To the footprints, to our not bizarre world."