One, Two, Three
Stood on a tree
Green, Purple, three
Green sang to purple,
Purple turned to three
“Do you hear? Do you hear..”
Three responds,
“I only see the beauty in front of me”
Purple fluffed
Green continued to sing
Purple turned to three,
“Do you hear.. Do you hear?”
Three responds,
“with you in my sight, sound is not for me”
Purple puffed,
While
Above the three, the leaves slithered a sneak
Green continued to sing
Purple to Green,
“Why do you bother, you cannot sing
More beautiful
Than I am me”
Green continued to sing
Purple begins to speak,
“You need..” then-
Tackled,
Taken,
while Green continued to sing
Three turned to Green,
While Green sang to the tree
Where Purple struggled-
Begging Three to see,
Begging to be seen,
Begging to be seen,
and on purples last breath
Three decided to speak-
“I need no sight,
As long as Green sings”

My heart bleeds blue at midnight. I heard owls hooting in my despair. Alone ,I lay naked underneath the beaming moonlight. I touch slowly my neck and close my eyes. Thinking of a predator I been waiting for a lifetime slowly slithering its warmth on my thighs.So preciously antagonizing my soul with its piercing eyes.It's breath is an intimidating musical hiss. I crave it's injection. Hiss between every piercing kiss.I touched myself harder as the owls hooted into the moonlight. I needed you. Imagining my predator teasing my heated skin with its cold fangs. Immensely waiting for its long hollow teeth to pierce me. While wishing, it instantly became the predator of my heart as it slither around my skin.The music began to start.Predator started to taunt, looking for the sweetest fatal bite.My soul began gasping harder, My predator, oh please prey on me harder.Slither uncontrollably, slither harder as my breaths change heavily. Predator inject itself slowly through every bite.Oh I am in love.It was perfect dosage. This is love. Intoxicating every blood vessel of my body.Every bite,I felt more yours. I instantly became weaker, your bite was the perfect dosage for the ****. It was perfect dosage.The perfect poison. This was love. The perfect *******. Underneath the moonlight , vivaciously sweating naked I screamed. Longing more for your touch.The owl hooted once more, morning has come.
I awake , I was loved for the first time.

With its injection ,
**The predator righteously own my crimson heart

Swirling coils of thick heat
Rise like snakes, reaching
Waving angrily in the air,
Poisoning us who cling
To the parched earth,
And stretch, up, up
Into the cool, tender night,
Whose cool fingers sooth
And gentle caresses calm
The angry snakes
Until they coil back down to sleep,
And then her gentle breath
Soothes, too, our troubles
And lays us down softly sleeping
Into the comforting coils
And warm bodies
Of the snakes

A dark haired loser and a kaleidoscope
girl with a perfect ***.
What will happen when
we overflow?
Will we forget, just
for a while
how we're not
supposed to?

I'm worried. Or
aren't I? I wish I was.
Don't I? If I do and if I am,
then maybe we won't.
And that would be...
Okay

My head is all snakes
and your skin, pale
and writhing, and I wonder
what the weather's like
in Ireland. Mild, probably.

My usual rhythm is ******
when I hear a sound
you make. You throw
me off balance and
I'm worried I'll fall
right past my reservations,
and into a pit of pale skin
and poisonous snakes.

The hens were sleeping
A crisp cool breeze was blowing
And the full moon shinned
The chicken snakes crept inside
To begin their feast
Then one of them fell in love
His cold evil heart
Was struck by Cupid's arrow
He licked the hen's beak
She awoke and fear overcame
The farmer heard screams
And all the chicken snakes fled
That is all but one
While trying to win her love
The farmer chopped his head off

there is a boa constrictor
wrapped around my ribcage

there is an old story lodged in my windpipe
and i wish Heimlich had been a composer
so i could write it out without turning blue

i am lop-sided
but, alas
there is no one to lean on

it is heavy
(i must sit down)
where is the floor?

i long to talk to strangers
and keep my house clean
and run my hands across my husband's beard
just one more time

all i feel is a loss of circulation
my words won't reach higher than my chest
struggling to escape,
to wriggle through a sealed-off space

i cannot tell if it is my love reaching through my chest
or if it's....