Wednesday, December 15, 2010

cobra

you were my intoxicating malady, 
an exotic allurement, 
captivating me,
from conception to completion,
a dangerous intimacy.

you were the pied piper,
and your flute played my
siren song

resting obediently in your basket,
i swayed to your hiss
like a dancer,
using dimmed lights
to hide her face

naive enough to look past your fangs,
until they pierced me,
your guile around me like a vice,
constricting conscious
more than consciousness

you are reptilian. 

the music stopped,
and you swallowed me whole.

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