She put a long Leaf In the back of her pants And shook her tail feather in his face Colored beads Singing to the beat of her own colors His red shirt shining, Lettered in bright words “Never need a filter” Like a spell she heard Apparently he called her And she called him too Little cosmic handshake Like the stars came through First encounter First encounter Then they laughed She dropped her nervous guard And picked it up That was the priority Of course it was The race was only for fun Manifest space Right Here Please Nikka Please 🌋🎛️⚡
