FunGirl-27

A vivid poem of love and mystery, 'Twenty-Seven' blends passion, danger, and fierce enigma

Every day, by her insistence,
She loves me, with no resistance,
I know it's true by the way she presses against me.

I know you've heard of Seven-of-Nine,
She can't compare to this girl of mine,
Beautiful, radiant as the Sun.

Her touch a whisper, wild and sleek,
Her form's a marvel, fierce, unique—
She weaves function with form divine.

Every day, by my insistence,
I love her, and keep no distance,
I know it's true by how she's pressing against me.

None may touch her—lioness disguise,
Her name is Twenty-Seven—
Etched deep within her frame.

—Noisy Wren