Snakeman

snakeman

snakeman rambles

sidles up and jambles

nests me on the bed while my house is in shambles

brain affixed to motion i feel only two white fangs

but when i bleed for angels to a sparrow he can change

snakeman slithers

fearless he flows hither

seduction in his fiction

relentless the addiction

begging him for more i tear off his scaly skin

uncovering the mirror of my own desires within

-E. Widmark, H. Gotz , P. Gongola