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,…

Jellyfish

The stranger was as familiar as the front door Love was just as eccentric as imagined And she was like a fluff of smoke That burnt on his ferocious tide. She was like a dragon trapped in a hurricane Blowing fire to all corners of the incoming tide He was the ocean god, maneuvering wave…