Jellyfish

I'm writing something pink.

Pink ease everywhere;

ethereal rose and soft petals and cotton white.

Oh, jellyfish, my dear,

I feel your sting in my skin and it feels so sweet:

like a kiss from teeth.

I swim every night

under moon's guide

and hope to see you swim beside me;

in the water, I'm terrified of loneliness,

and lift my eyes to the skies.

Whenever we meet, I'll kneel and propose.

Entirely confident you will deny me,

I'll beg forgiveness to the deity of every twisted thing,

for obsession dives electric and shocks the sea.

The mirror won't reflect our light,

since it doesn't see its sheen,

no one gets it, jellyfish

how poetic is your sting.