The Living Expressions

Our hot, lively breath invigorates intellect. We encounter each other and copulate and mutate. Our two-legged stride encompasses the earth, invading all regions. We are living expressions. We thrive in the subtle night, immortal, dancing delicately on the streaked pavement under the loving moon. Some humans hunt us with beaming lights, calling with hoary, emotional, desirous voices, and we often hide. Others stomp for us with spiked boots, a vengeance baptized in blood. But our creators free us from their nets and show the world our waltz. Our creators, we adore. Our homes reside within their lovely locks. And they nurture us with their rejuvenating breast milk. We suckle until the nursing fountain dries, sputtering sawdust, then move on to future fountains, their nourishment arching across aurora skies, born again.