Science Fiction Writer

 I found this poem from 2012, I titled it "science fiction writer"

i wish i were

a science fiction writer

with prose so beautiful

and i could tell you

about the red seas 

under two suns

and the creatures who lay

their tentacles by the shore

and wrap their antennae

around each other

carbon escaping with carbon

skin hardening

veins flowing with venom

4 hearts melting into one

i wish I could tell you

about how they met

when the sea receded

and the clamicorns swam out into the horizon

and they found each other

perching there

on the ferg stained rocks

in their gold day's finest

bronzed from the lower setting sun

their tenticles touched

by accident

oh how their caretakers would of bleed to death

to sense such a thing!

two young Godears 

still flush

with the exoskeletons of youth

tentacles grazing tentacles

fixation chemicals taking hold

they found forever mates that day

and i can not tell you about it

because i'm not a science fiction writer