Jellyfish

He lives like a jellyfish

Tentacles numbered one to fifteen

One for each year his brain has aged into his pitiful “adulthood”

Women meet him with awe

His bioluminescent, alien quality driving them to follow and inevitably suffer from his quick trigger defense

And as they lay in wake of romance

One primarily founded in imagination

All they can do is piss on their wounds

And scrape off his stingers