You, softbody whose secret beak
slices shells to inject venom,
jetted to the sea bottom
spurting black ink in your wake,
folded yourself into a fissure,
matched its darkness and texture.
But you approach my dive today
gently brown. You extend a tentacle
to my wetsuit and attach it.
How sweet does my spandex taste?
Spin me: My gearload is light
and blows a swirl of bubbles.