tentacles

Loaded with lethal
stings,
actively hunting,
you're deep sci-fi
in sheer silk.

Aeroplanes swirl
closer,
encircle
and evade,
feathering
featureless
white
stone balustrades.

Advantage is
you're fallen
scattered
afraid,
always poised
for the party
and
punctuating gloom.

Swallowing,
plucking,
melting
into the blue,

you grow long
with giant hunger.