EVOLVE
When you were a centipede,
I was a millipede.
I bet our difference was time,
distance or maybe length and speed.
Maybe. You measured in centimeters
while I did mine in millimeters;
but all we trailed was one lead.
Phylum 'Arthropoda'.
You of the tribe 'Chilopoda'
I native of the 'diplopoda';
Ever creepy ,
ever lovely
, critters,lovers.
Unconsciously we lived,
Unconsciously we loved
and unconsciously we died.
We slumbered side-by-side,
Groom and bride;
by the flames of passion engulfed.
Time turned on the lathe
And we spun by the tools of fate,
into some other entities shaped.
Unfortunately,we hadn't lips to debate,
but luckily, we begat breath
again in the womb of death;
Where again you were my mate,
though now to a higher echelon evolved..
Now to phylum mollusca,
We took life slow and steady,
Crawling tenderly upon our belly;
Still then, you were my only lover.
O! Hw I loved thy lips and its gracious offer
of hydrocolloid-jelly;
the doting nectar,
Aphrodisiac most sexy.
You snail, me slug,
creeping slowly, softly, gently;
to meet, meat and mate upon the grassy-rug.
Changed remained constant,
but didn't come instant.
Once you were a tadpole,
I was a fish,
then we became amphibians
against our wish.
Together toad and frog, two unknown aliens.
The hour-glass turned,
we died once more.
Again though we returned,
Meeting by the Specton-shore.
This time we had scales and also tails.
Gleefully we lived,
Joyfully we loved,
Happily we died.
Our forms translated upon the Putton-bed.
Our eyes opened at dawn
and we noticed we bore the traits of the bird.
Feathers and wings,
And the hands that did us make,
did also in us embed,
A fount from whence sweet songs springs.
Then each one
Flew-on,
Free-to-air,
here, there, everywhere.
Liberty besotted our heads,
we should have, but we were never wed.
We pitched our nest
where'er we deemed best;
not for a moment
Pause to think of the other's interest.
O! Sometimes, I wish I could time reinvent.
Then we'll go back,
down the Darwanian-track,
to when we were creepy-lovers,
Lovely-critters;
but the clock of change stopped,
and we are stuck with these wings and feathers;
From innocence to impudence
Evolved...
By: Nathaniel Soonest
