Serpentine
Submerged until she dies; inclined until I die.
Did you know that when the moon doth rise
It leaves a scar within the sky?
When darkness encircles somberly (somberly …)
Is when new life begins
But ah! Serpentine
She slithers through my head, the sockets —
At birth she acquired certain gifts
Weariness, amiss on how love lifts
Spirits ring and the vacant chimes of time
Queen of belles, to thee, I raise my spine
To grow myself accustomed to you, my dear, and
Where the sun doth set, there
They haven't known the fervency yet
Of her flowing ember hair
Touch; I would not dare! You try
Disrupting peace would be a mean thing to do
Ah! No shrew, but Serpentine
She slithers through my brain, the cavity —
Causing a ruckus and a din
Never known, described herein
That causes great men (quick and nimble)
To tremble their knees, weak as they fall
A queen of the belles, she watches and licks
A beauty in woe that foretells
The second coming of a gracious kind
Come in here, we’re hand in hand
Guarding the fortress with our blockade
Gathering troops for a nightly rave
To fight this creature, scary to mortals, yet
Quite as far as I can see, a lovely
Dove that yells in flight
Oh, what fright it foretells
But ah! Serpentine
She wiped my face from cheek to cheek, clean
Of the blood drained from inside
Soon she’ll prey on one of mine, a kin
If and when her precious eyes awake
They reveal, alone
A precious snake
Killing birds without a stone
Eating whole at the belly of this creature I own
But the reptilian glow in her eyes, a dance that
Burns like Hell across the sky
But ah! Serpentine
The pitiless thing emerged, wrought constellations in the night
Bigger than life, her fangs locked in and sank
Submerged until she dies
Inclined until I die.
This poem was dedicated to a friend, but also took inspiration from miscellaneous relationships I can’t remember now. My friend inspired me with art using fairies and queens. Something about the blue-green in her tattoos reminded me of a snake.