Tentacles
love like tentacles
she clings to me
the octopus she is
pulls me into her ocean
drowns me in her salt water
sweet and warm
and consumed
in her arms
there is no love
like that of a woman
if i were to die
then i have lived a life worth living
loved a love worth loving
become a man worth being
lost and found
in tentacles
Donald Dean Mace
Donald Dean Mace is a writer and poet and Contributoring Editor to Ariel Chart.
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Poetry
Beautiful, creative work.
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