You slid shadow-like into my life, | 1 |
hypnotizing me with golden eyes | 2 |
and glistening blue-patterned skin | 3 |
that moves gently like leaves | 4 |
adrift on a forest floor, | 5 |
words melting into rich loam | 6 |
that scents me with its damp new growth. | 7 |
Your tongue feasts on my breath | 8 |
while you slither along the floorboards | 9 |
of my soul, getting caught | 10 |
on still-rough edges that tear | 11 |
at your brilliant layers, | 12 |
exposing you for what you really are. | 13 |
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When you turn to say it’s just illusions | 14 |
in the twilight’s romantic glow, | 15 |
your forked tongue caresses both my palms | 16 |
and I watch you struggle to keep | 17 |
your fangs from doing me harm. | 18 |
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I press your poisoned teeth against my throat | 19 |
and milk you dry. | 20 |
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When morning’s glow wakes us | 21 |
from tremulous sleep, | 22 |
I offer you a breast, comforting you | 23 |
as my precious new poison spurts, | 24 |
scalding the back of your own throat, | 25 |
watching as your scales melt and fade | 26 |
in the heat of my duplicity. | 27 |