ABOUT SERPENTS AND THINGSSS

like a cobra you slither
in high grass
hidden from sight, hissing
your sibilants,
dancing your dance
of seduction
trying to mesmerize
the senses
and confuse the mind:
before you strike.
but I know who you are
and I know your lies.
you have called my name
many times
but my soul is diamond
and gold and will fly
with the wind when
my flesh turns cold.