Her lips missed his although she’d never tasted them before.

She felt the loss so deeply though he never once was hers.

She recollected memories that they did not create.

How curious it is to miss what never was.

I love your smile.

The way you smile--

You smile like you’re breathing out of your mouth,

where I can see your teeth

and the way that your lips tilt up at the edge.

Your sharp eyes catch hold of me.

Whatever color they are.

I can’t even tell exactly, but they are dark.

Dark and beautiful.

Oh, handsome.

You’re tall, dark, and handsome.

Your towering stature.

You make my heart stop.

Please don’t stop.

With those arched eyebrows.

And that silky hair

combed back.

You make me weak.

Why?

Why

oh

why?

Why

am

I

attracted

to

you?

I try to avoid you,

but I can’t stop looking.

I can’t stop looking for you.

I’m addicted.

I need to stop.

But I can’t.

You’re too alluring.

My heart.

It beats.

It beats.

It beats for you.

Oh help me.

I need

to catch

my breath.

Help me.

I--

Have you ever seen the Rockies?

Have you ever seen the waves

of the Atlantic crash against cragged rocks?

Have you ever seen lightening strike,

lone zigzaggedy yellow streak across and grey sky,

then fiery contact, while the whole world shakes?

Have you ever watched a Robin rebreast feathering her nest,

or seen a tiny bunny waiting for its mother in long grass?

Have you ever canoed quietly through a marshy lake,

silently seen a female moose, eating green moss

and you glide past?

Have you ever wondered why everything is symmetrical, except perhaps the heart?

Have you ever believed in God?

How sad if not.

I keep expecting your scent to fade

And

I think I will lose the memory of your eyes, your voice, the deep contentment of being in your arms

But

I feel your embrace in the warm wind and hear you in my dreams like a cellist’s sweet song

I smell you by creeks and rivers and in sunlight

You are there in my heartbeat and in every private, satisfied smile

I see your eyes in every shy revelation of the shining moon at night

You are never forgotten

Sweet Xenomorph your silken skin

Glints off the ship walls

The dripping of your acid breath akin

To music in alabaster halls.

Though I know you will consume me

I still yearn for your touch

You're the only one who knew me

When you burst out of me at lunch.

I'll miss you in the morning

As I head away for Earth

The crest around your head adorning

The wall above my hearth.

Shay Pipkin's Biology Journal: Entry 41; 041/9,461 approximately 8155.000

Location: Orbis Aquae

General Information Chart:

Object Name: Ozzelles

Location: Like humans and similar parasites, they are found throughout the known galaxies (this study has been performed primarily on Orbis Aquae)

Description: Think giant amoeba; Physically they grow to be about 3 foot diameter spheres; Usually puce in color, although other dull grey/green colors are sometimes seen; Its consistency is rather like a blob of jelly left out on the counter; Can change color depending on creatures age and items ingested

Origin: Unkown

Current activities: Digesting things, including themselves if nothing else is available; Only known danger to them: extensive fire and/or heat; Can formulate specific acids to dissolve and/or digest almost anything; Primary source of food is unknown, they seem to thrive off of everything

Special Notes: Can let off noxious gases at will; When burned: emits toxic fumes; Can separate into many, totally independent blobs; The separation/ reproduction of oozelles is accomplished through binary fission; If the environment is stressful for a colony, they will start to merge back together (two oozelles become a single oozelle); They communicate by telepathy; Impervious to almost everything; Generally does not take interest in surrounding environment;

Shay's Observations:

Now there is a sight I never thought I'd see. A  single oozelle splitting in two. A single oozelle is rare, since they are almost always social creatures living in big colonies. It appears that this oozelle has left its colony (I assume the one 16 miles to the north) and seems to be starting one of its own.

I have been watching this creature for 14 days now. I have not yet tried to contact it. Although I am fairly certain it knows I am here watching it. It moved to the other side of the clearing shortly after I made camp in this tree. However, it does seem comfortable enough to split in front of me. I think I will be able to watch a colony grow, right under my nose. This is really quite amazing.

I should make note that these creatures are thoroughly sentient, and have communicated with humans in the past. But I am trying to watch "virgin" oozelles, uncontaminated by the outside world. So far, I have been successful. And the natives (anthró̱pino psária) of Orbis Aquae have been a great help in this regard. They had told me about the colony in the first place and they have also granted me several necessary supplies.

I intend to continue to watch this oozelle for another year if all goes well.

I sit in wonder of the splendid trees,

I listen to the whispering breeze.

I realize that poetry cannot explain,

The true feelings I have for the soft drizzling rain.

I look through the fog with awe inspired tenderness,

and think of the wonderful, terrible, rareness.

Art can only etch a pale clone,

of the singularly unique world shown.

Our blue marble is a gem to behold,

Our exceptional world is more precious then gold,

It's a world of knowledge; an amazing tome.

I am awed to be able, to call this place home.

cafe 80s

wait for me

don't look at anything

you might see

afraid of the future

what does it hold

tempting to peek

answers I seek

what do I find

an old car to shine

the beaten byway

aspirations,

winding away.

but where's the fairway

I've gone astray

precise reactions

avert distractions

oh there it is

my timeline street

written

rewind

review

repeat

start again

time will bend

a crack in the memory

a chance to amend

time will erase

the DMC-12s pace

forethought taken

a mysteries a mak'n

Ah! Let's give our kudos

to "great scott"

now,

can you

discover the plot

or have you forgot,

that it only takes 1.21 gigawatts

~Jessi (Poem)