You taste…
Like a circus
A spin and tumble of pretenses
Painted upon your lips with carmine crayon
Contortionists wrapped around trapezes
That are swung by the blustery air of crystallized elephant trunks
Glittering feathers and a tar top hat
Bowing as I clap my satiny seal fins emphatically
…Knowing you live to amuse me
You smell…
Like a rhinestone
Jagged edges carved by resentful diamonds
Still, you taunt them with a glinted tongue
A wave of ambrosial pastels you pull from within
And wave in the air as sparkles
Freshly shaved steel and silver
Waltz around my finger and sing a jaunty tune
…As I inscribe personal value to the valueless
You feel…
Like a matador
Red and gold muscles that elude me
With an agile and graceful cloak of crimson tests
Porous banderillas lick my shoulder blades
While my hooves lap up the dust beneath your feet
Languid horns never skim the taut fabric
Keeping you upright and balanced upon the balls of your feet
…Yet I insist on chasing the rubies you dangle in front of me
Because, in the end…
You always…
Taste...
Like a circus
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