Sea Creatures of Passion


Looking at the waves tumble towards me,
I fathom that the force of my body,
Undulate, losing its essence, that
Preservative that detaches the body
And lets her lose like a mammoth wave.
The ocean, with her crimson tide,
Lit by the phycoerythrin in those
Little cells of cyanobacteria,
Letting lose throngs of bell-shaped
Jellyfish, holding onto a localized
Fluorescence. In this bloom
Of creatures, that floats to the surface
I see the edges of my desire, drifting
From backbone to mouth pore,
Collecting every morsel of passion
Along the way. Those creatures
Define my tidal footprint, red passion
And shimmering light, morphing out
From mouth to mouthing, my jellyfish
Lips pulsating, traversing an inch