Jellyfish Four Ways

Your hair fell like Grace Kelly’s, a per­fect swish
off the shoul­der, in my mind.

In the ocean the jel­ly­fish swayed sexy-like. At the same time
I knew I saw beauty in a way that fed me and
I felt guilty about the watch­ing and I fig­ured their ten­ta­cles were
poi­son on pur­pose. My brother called them cab­bage heads
and that squashed the beauty right out of them.

Every­thing about you walk­ing away was beautiful.

The know­ing about see­ing beauty is oxy­gen for me.
I can breathe under water with it.