I wanna be an octopus.
 I wanna kiss you
 With my feet and hands
 All around.
 I wanna embrace
 Cup by cup
 The life I might
 Love or consume.
 Sometimes
 I'd melt myself
 Over the rocks of my cave,
 Just watch the other
 Hunters skim by.
 I'd think myself floppy,
 Merely a mass among masses,
 Another hidden sage.
 Sometimes ... 
 I’d just jet
 Across the green blue,
 Etch
 A perfect outline
 Above the mountains,
 A falcon,
 A musical movement,
 A trumpet
 On the thermals of the sea.
 Then, I'd be your flesh,
 Only flesh,
 I'd be what the flesh is,                     
 The spectrum, the domain
 Of each of our cries
 Of pleasure and pain.