NATURE Poem: Mile Low Club, by David Icenogle

Go deep enough in the ocean,
you will be where the fingers of the sun
can’t reach.
There are creatures here.
They mate in a forever night.
Cephalopods find each other
through light they make themselves.
Flashlights of urges, bioluminescent tentacles
feeling in the dark
like lightning strikes holding hands at midnight.
Soap bubble jellyfish, gargoyle anglers,
they swim through the ink sightless,
squirming in an echoless black
hoping for contact, connecting the gaze
of eyes that will never see sunlight.
Most living would be crushed
by the weight of water
but they procreate under the pressure,
acting intimately
and always aware
of the predators
who embrace the dark.
Those looking for a lover
will never know
if those they meet in deep
are there for connection
or there to eat.

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