Alien

by

Brett Paufler



Alien

Alien:
Skin so cold,
With lips like ice.

Alien:
Tractor-beam eyes,
And fog-machine nose.
But what planet she's from,
Nobody knows

Alien:
Gallactica,
Nexus,
Sirus,
Anteries,
On Comet and Donner,
On Dresden and Blitzen.
And as for cupid...
This is the one,
That no one quite marries.

Alien:
Come for me!
Kidnap me!
Take me away!
Make me your experiment,
Your gene sample,
Your slave.
It is for you that live,
And gaze into the night.
My Alien,
Take me away...



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