Love Tentacle
Verge of a foam-white ocean
eating out insides like tidal
waves, tidal pools, muscle stuck
suction cups curved around nipples
near the jetty water pulling out
hot macaroni drip from hot lips
sea stars drop, gnawing out stubborn
flesh on a beach fogged in limbo
dimmer now the sun setting
a curve of a banshee beacons
some incomplete burning ritual
submitting Lovecraft to turn pale
blush like some rapeful barbarian bent
on spooning sand and injecting a
tentacle glistening in the mouth
nightmare of a nightcraft I pant
moan into a rock bleeding as
the inner thighs I’m locked with
wave over me toward the ocean
temple lights sing and lure
in only to encounter myself
altered
transformed
Horror Sleaze Trash 