Follow My Suture Lines
Do my coiled patterns excite you?
As my braille whorls round and round
Meandering beneath your fingertips lie my saddles and lobes,
Lobes and saddles, saddles and lobes
To those who do not know,
These are my type of clothes,
The frill of a cephalopod can be enticing,
Come trace your finger along my timeline, it may be surprising
My trend has caught on dear friend,
This is the Cretaceous,
You have inevitably come to the end.
By Little Lu ©️