Wednesday, April 25, 2012

snake bite

i’m a snake
coiled in the grass
yes, i’m a snake
as your barefoot feet run past
and i’m a snake
cold blood pumps through me
yes, i’m a snake
with poison circuitry

and i
feel the same sun
that warms your face
your pretty face

and i
feel the same breeze
that rustles through your hair
and brings your scent to me

and i
fear the same thing
that got your pa
and left him mumbling

and i
fear the same thing
that’s made you blue
and i’d shed one tear for you

but i
can never cry
so i guess
my skin will have to do.

1 comment:

  1. i really like this poem. it makes me feel strange things, particularly the last three stanzas