Like the movies where the giant octopus <br />Grabs the hero’s leg <br />A silver white plume streaks through the tall weeds <br />Leading me <br />Diminishing me <br />Growing in traces like an evil suitor <br />Overhearing my thoughts <br />Refusing to leave <br />Gaining access to my eyes and throat <br />Growing and transforming into an angry octopus. <br />Smitten, I move past myself, <br />Like instinct.<br /><br />Lori Messenger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hostess/
