Liquid Love Letter (Illustrated by WhiteMantis)
As it is wont to do, romance blooms in the most unlikely of places: A containment and observation laboratory designed to detain amorphous specimens. (Poem)
_Liquid Love Letter - by Anomaly (Transcribed by Amethystine)
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I never thought I'd see,
another just like me.
I think you're beautiful and without fault,
a treasure that got locked up in this vault.
I see you as a shining purple gemstone,
the most rare, flawless jewel I have ever known.
I surmise that it is your rarity,
which landed you in this captivity.
I have to guess our unique shiftable shapes,
is what has us being studied by these apes.
I do not know how I got here to this lab,
but now all I want to do is sit and blab.
I want to sit and gab about how fab I'm feeling,
when I should be up, searching for cracks in the ceiling.
I should want to escape this air-tight cell,
this containment of our forms should be hell.
I don't feel tortured, though, thanks to the view,
able to watch the grace of your smooth goo.
I so hate when they do their constant invasive tests,
pokes and prods don't hurt, but I want you to see my best.
I rest in my tub-like nest, cage next to yours,
clear walls all around, a severe lack of doors.
I peer through the two panes of glass,
to watch you, ev'ry time you pass.
I worry that you'll see my staring gaze,
even though I haven't formed eyes in days.
I can't help but melt into a puddle,
at the mere thought of getting to cuddle.
I get all weak, watery and drippy,
even though this is all kinda trippy.
I hope you can see me in here,
that you respond when I draw near.
I'm yearning to communicate my love,
perhaps I should take the form of a dove.
I pause in my gliding advance, suddenly dour,
after calming my nerves, I settle on a flower.
I am standing at the glass, putting on this awkward pose,
being near you is making me lose the form of this rose.
I wait until I have your attention,
and then I put my plan into action.
I smile sheepishly and smear my mass on our barrier,
swearing to myself that I should probably be wearier.
I write and you stand to see what I'm making,
my amorphous mass quivering and quaking.
I scrawl the quick question: "Do you want to go out?"
knowing you'll know both the things I'm talking about.
I almost die as you kiss the wall 'twixt us, your reply speaks more through so much less.
Your flash-formed lips leave a violet stain, which slithers into one little word: "Yes!"_
(The above art is by WhiteMantis! Thanks, WM. <3 She can also be found on FA, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/whitemantis/ (there's more to see on her FA page) Also, view this art full size here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7899170/ )