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.