of lines and swirls

there is a beautiful blend across my skin.
a color mesh of reds and yellows, pinks and blues
a painting like, soft spoken skin

there is a spaded tail, half my height
a soft flowing, curling, shaky tail
that wraps and comforts

there is a maw of teeth
sharp stands all of them,
a purple tongue

there is a scattered sky
a speckled constellation, of lines and swirls
that I know my eyes would hold if I had them