Mottled green and black complexion,
sitting liquid in a bottle,
flowing free and no distraction;
open up and hold on to the swirl.
Twisting,
and turning,
and dancing,
and changing,
your colors.
Now amber,
now red,
and now,
pure cyan.
I know all this is a warning,
meant to dissuade the sharpest teeth
of witless, hungry, shallow hunters
who would seek to keep and eat you.
I can’t seem to understand you,
free in form
and free in thinking.
I gave up my adaptations
once upon a time
and long ago.
Sweet appeasement baited me in.
The trap was sprung
with perfect unity.
I see you not getting eaten.
You fill every situation
with your arms
and your ink
and your mind
and your words
and all the spaces in between.
You and I are just reflections.
How we are
is each another.
I want to beg you
for every inch
of every tentacle around me.
Drag me down,
just hold me
allow me to be
amorphous
as you are.
HG – 2019
