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.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Ohhh what an exhilarating poem 😁🥳
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Thank you, Michelle. The Lion’s Mane is such a captivating creature, so primordial yet so resilient.
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The poem just took me to a higher place just so uplifting
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Oh, I adore this poem, K. The imagery of, my loves a lion main alone is enough, and you draw it out wonderfully with the your verse. Awesomeness.
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This is extraordinary! What an incredible metaphor so powerfully played out!!
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Thank you very much, Worms. These creatures amaze me.
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Underrated romantics those jellyfish! And all without the need for flowers or chocolates. A beautiful poem.
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Well said , Hobbo, and thank you. Jellyfish have feelings, too.
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I love ’em, even if they are a little rash sometimes!
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what a stunning metaphor; I gotta see what this is about — after my shower 🙂
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what a wild, exhilarating journey — though the incapacitating stings are a bummer
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It’s truth they are capable of paralysis, but oh so able to endure. Thanks ever so much, John.
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eternal mystery
teacher
like when berna murray
made me memorize
by rote
and my mind both did bloat and float
them damn imperative, impatient english teahcers
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