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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