My love’s a lion’s mane
undersea massive being
tangled tentacles outreaching
burning soul mate stinging
the perfect knot
such a sweet spot
no real eyes needing.
My cells keep clinging
showy lures trail
like wedding bells
love enjoys the cold swells
sticky barbs swivel
suffocate the view
no need for breathing.
Poisonous feelings
interlace, incapacitate
600 million years later
on the same blind date
a clone with no brains.
My love’s a lion mane;
it’s never gonna change.
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