Nose pressed to the glass
I'm smiling brightly
as you grasp my hand
My other hand reaches up
and touches the tanks coldness.
Aren't they beautiful?
I lovingly exclaim-
Squeezing your hand excitedly.
Lets come here again, okay?

Apparitions floating,
in a saline sea,
glowing hyper-color,
simply adrift and free.

Armed tentacles,
search and reach and twist,
seeking out a meal,
to **** with nematocysts.

Dangerous beauty,
floating free,
somewhere in,
the deep blue sea.