Love Poem for Undersea Flesh
A poem by Danny Bultitude
I - Ostreida
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Grey and white mist forms calligraphy
dictated by water, clashing and mingling
with all the exuberance of creation
itself, yourself, the beginnings of you
O sweet oyster, still just a cummy spume
whom I feel so dearly towards.
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Tidal suck pulls your mist through infinite
landscapes, past rocks in algae blouses
beneath shadows of seedpods round as god
until mist becomes larvae, tasting freedom
for slightly under a month, exploring
at your own will, swallowing plankton
developing hard armour and
a single black foot.
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Eventually, you’ll find a favourite stone and
become an architect, consciously or not
your perfect secretions harden into a unique shape
a bespoke apartment right next door to
all your siblings, where you can retire into
dormancy, sacrifice excitement for domestic comforts
for a home within your shell, where I shall live
alongside you, caring and calming, forever
aflame with great passion.
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II - Medusozoa
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Divorced from all speech, we
Two jellyfish like plump lips
Uncanny and aqueous
Without thought, moving
In short moans.
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Idly drawn by the current
Of lust hovering somewhere
Between bed and ceiling
Between sand and surface
We kiss the same way
Jellyfish fuck.
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Soft flesh dumbly collides
Depresses in, billows out
Leaves distinct impressions as
Limp tendrils trail, interweaving
In loose plaits.
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We two enclosed oceans
Caught within an undead swim
Our deep subterranean bodies
Thrown together again, sharing
Endless breath.
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III - Littorinimorpha
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Recognise your pinholes in the damp
Through which you oxygenate
This lowtide jubilee, where I lay my hand
Flat against your vibrating beach, ever-shfiting
With your movement, your heartbeat
I could spread my fingers and know
Your globular shell would still be bigger.
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Emerge for me, blessed moonsnail, surface
and taste this air I breathe, leave the stiff
sand collar of your mucoid eggs, be a
goddamn neglectful mother for me, leave them
alone, growing orphaned in your hole
I will rinse you with seawater, pick the
grains from your wrinkles, polish
your shell with my undeserving tongue.
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Plough through the beach towards me,
Leave a deep line in your wake, topsoil asunder
Undulate onto my body with your elephant foot
trail slime and flex shapeless muscles so
cutely, my innocent mound, lacking face
or expression but showing such personality.
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Come, flatten me with your strange meat
Tenderly feed me golbaengi-muchim
Extend your radula against my face and gently
Bore through me, tearing off skin, drilling
Into bone so slow, as you blindly search
For my soft insides and delicate parts.
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Leave a neat little countersink in my skull
And utterly kill me, body laid naked on
The sand as a victim of drowning, of seabreath
Sweet moonsnail, bring your friends to feed
Take pieces of me home to your babies
Once they’re grown and able to eat, safely
Tucked in your nest, satisfied on my meat
Remind me that this love is one-sided, that you
Remain a creature
thoughtless and wild and gorgeous.
Danny Bultitude holds an MA in English Literature and has previously been published in Landfall, Newsroom, and The Spinoff. He was one of the recipients of the 2019 Surrey Hotel Writer's Residency and hopes to have a lovely view when he fades away into compost.