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_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/ )