Gigantic! Monstrous! Me!

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Words: Jordan Maze
Tags: Poetry

I could be the c r e a t u r e who picks you upIf you were a princess and such.

Shot Straight Up! Through curly cloudSuch a spectacle, such a crowd. My feet and hand expand, arms and legs lengthen

Doubling, Tripling, Growing: I strengthen. Each ligament now longer!

Each muscle much stronger.

While only my ankles show

From beneath the clouds below.

I’d definitely display incredible nudity! But it’ll all be too high up for people to see. Thrashed and trashed: whatever I wore… (I’d not be in uniform anymore)

I am the c r e a t u r e who plucked you up. Now that you’re a princess and such.

High above everything: you’ll besafe from everything because of me.You’d be tucked away near an earor somewhere else from which to steer.

You’re miles upon miles above everywhere!Far and farther from a single stare.

I’d probably hurt a lot of people. Thorn in my foot: probably the church steeple.

And we could visit the family,They’re close no matter where we’d be.Because it’s only seven steps towards the sunTo get back to where we had begun.

I am the c r e a t u r e who pulled you upNow that you’re my princess and such.

Over the seas, this gets tricky.The water’s cold and the sand’s pretty slippy.

It doesn’t matter, transatlantic or transpacific,

Your directions would always be superbly specific.

You are so high up and such! Right by the stars that you can touch. You use them to help navigate.

Everything’s so close so there’s no wait. At some time I will return you to bed,

It must be tiring right up by my head !

I’d willingly wonder where our day went, while you are totally tired and solely spent.

I am the c r e a t u r e who pried you up

And you are my princess and such.

Then I’d shrink down to standard size,

No clothes still, but it’s a compromise. Or, maybe some boxershorts I’d borrow,

Just so you don’t get such a fright tomorrow!

And I am still the c r e a t u r e who won’t let go. And you are still my princess I hope you know.