said the serpent to her lover

I wonder if

you even know what it is that your holding

as you move against me in the darkened room

do you feel the scales beneath your fingertips?

the split of tongue in your mouth

the rattle against your bare skin...

how can you walk away?

and not offer me a cool dry place

a basket to recoil in

So i can rise to your music

and charm the crowd from their gold

no, you choose to close your eyes

prefering to think i'm some ordinary poppet

to stick at random

and sew close the mouth so i won't disturb you

i have venom in my throat.

but i seem to prefer loving you

luckily, for you

i am easily amused with the crowded marketplace

i slither thru unnoticed

and the men, they seldom wear anything beneath their robes;)

hissssssss