Lobe

 

May I have a moment, Creature?

Please sit down.

You are nothing but a skin-ghost, but I love you with all my pumping heart. You are nothing but a giant meal for higher life forms, but I applaud you with both wings. You are nothing but an anomaly, yet all my tentacles sizzle you up and down.

I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt.

You are nothing but a helmet on a stick, but I want to buy you lunch. You are nothing but a moon-pisser whose stream comes way short, but I must interact with you. You are nothing but a septum-gazer in need of a mirror, yet for some reason I yearn to be your kin.

Stop me if I am causing you pain. I love you.

You are nothing but a goggleman’s delight, but you astound me. You are nothing but a canister of entrails, but I will vouch for your heroism any day of the week. You are nothing but a pack of unwrapped gum, yet allow me to chew on you like a lover’s earlobe.

I hope I have not hurt you. I so want to remain your friend.

Thank you, Creature, and…touch me…won’t you?