Octopus,

Your dance along the ocean floor
draws me closer and closer to you.
Your jet of ink tells me that you notice me too,
and when you stop to look at me,
you click your beak,
as if to say 'Hello.'

And when you wrap your sticky arms
around my head,
I breathe deep in the water,
letting it fill my lungs,
As I know it will be
my last.

We dance like that for some time,
and then you let me go,
as my body lies limp
on the coral reef.

I rescind my claim on you.
Not as a child, clinging to his mother's breast,
But as a former love whose vows undo,
with turmoil and unrest.

No, my love, you shall take no more of me.
No longer sway my heart with lies.
A clean break should be easy,
as passion slowly dies.

Do not beg, sweet Adonia, to save our dead romance.
It is you who should be stronger;
to leave without a glance,
for I plague myself with love no longer.

But if you'd like to start again.
Be it as if I'd never touched a pen.

Stop your fluttering heart,
my muse.
Your passion lie dead at the banks,
of the river where I left mine,
long ago.

But if, by chance,
you find the deep longing,
To go back, to pick up
our forgotten romance,
Then love,
flawless Aphrodite,
Let it be known that
not once had I waivered
from my boat,
anchored at the shore of your heart.

But do not forget,
love,
That it was your transgressions;
your spiteful pride
that has drifted our lives so far apart.

And never forget,
my darling muse,
That it's to you all my love I impart.

Do not think of me as a rock,
my love,
Whose permanence grants the false pretense
of stability.
Rather, think of me as a star,
whose light shines bright in summer,
and on nights when
there is no rain.

Remember that at any point I myself
may turn,
and self-destruct,
And it may take you light-years
to notice,
Or to even weep for my passing.

But know that while my light
flickers out,
And while my heart may stop,
I leave you my stardust,
to forever drift in the galaxy
that was our catastrophic love.