Sonnet from the Portuguese Man of War
(A Valentine's Day Love Poem)by R.J. Clarken
HOW can I sting you? Let me count the ways.
With tentacles, so long, threadlike and blue
and a float filled with Argon, I can do
lots of heartache and leave you in a daze,
and make you breathless, to poach an old phrase.
My four polyps are like those who'd pursue
four new wicked designs to poison you.
We all work as one to create malaise.
Whether seeking prey or procreating,
my love will make you feel paralytic.
I view it all as fish recreating
and don't bother with the analytic.
Let's meet at the sea, no more debating --
give me your heart, you'll soon be granitic