Sky blue bow tie, red pepper kicks.
Black smoke, white vapor.
Pencil skirt, per diem.
Key card, Juliet balcony.
Government issued photo i.d.
Hell yes. Hell yes.
This is between us.
Thou camest unto me beautiful.
A warrior flanked by two lions rampant.
The Gambia vs. Japan.
From launch to docking.
Ravishing and redundant.
More positions than a symphony orchestra.
And no such thing as “a little.”
By the time the twirling started things had already
Spun wildly out of control.
Third stage separation and orbital insertion.
Whatever you’re doing keep doing it
She said, or words to that effect.
Bodies arched like double Dutch ropes
Turning with hot, unremitting abandon.
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
PvP, battle for mission control.
Three hours, twice around the world.
Booster stage burn off.
We have confirmation of the operation of our modes.
Parachuting to conclusion in a butterfly preserve.
(refs: Thus Spake Zarathrustra, Gilgamesh, Brass in Pocket)
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