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Slither
Isabelle5

You slid shadow-like into my life,
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hypnotizing me with golden eyes
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and glistening blue-patterned skin
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that moves gently like leaves
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adrift on a forest floor,
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words melting into rich loam
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that scents me with its damp new growth.
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Your tongue feasts on my breath
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while you slither along the floorboards
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of my soul, getting caught
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on still-rough edges that tear
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at your brilliant layers,
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exposing you for what you really are.
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When you turn to say it’s just illusions
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in the twilight’s romantic glow,
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your forked tongue caresses both my palms
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and I watch you struggle to keep
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your fangs from doing me harm.
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I press your poisoned teeth against my throat
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and milk you dry.
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When morning’s glow wakes us
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from tremulous sleep,
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I offer you a breast, comforting you
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as my precious new poison spurts,
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scalding the back of your own throat,
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watching as your scales melt and fade
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in the heat of my duplicity.
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30 Sep 05

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Comments:

fantastic!
 — Roz

Well, that is a warming comment!  Thank you so much.  
 — Isabelle5

oh. i just read quite good sauce picquante. what will i be tricked into liking next. good poem.
 — kaleidazcope

I have to confess that this ending is not what I thought I had planned when I began at the top.

Don't you love it when the poem takes you over and demands to end under it's own terms?  
 — Isabelle5

Slithering in the rain today.  Scales fallen from his eyes, melting and running down her arms in colors potent as the pain.
 — unknown

Wow Isabelle, this is unbelievable.  Your images and tastes could be found on a CAT scan, your writing infects me with a fever to read more, to write more.  Thank you for inspiring the less talented, aspiring, from-the-heart writers like myself.
Jen
 — jenakajoffer

I had forgotten all about this, it popped up as random.  Where was my head???
 — Isabelle5

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