Covert dream
Scapegrace Ophidia
Lurking in the desert
Waiting for words to rush by
The heat draws liquid mirrors
From the sand
Wind wooing a trembling oasis
On the horizon
Sliding thru space
I ride the mirage
To find you smiling
In the blue sunshine
Very near the source
You pick tumbleweeds
Out of a jar
Tiny lust balls
Rippling through fingers of time
So there you are
Opening your heart
And showing
A single silver pearl
And here I am
Uraeus
Coyly coiled
Yet awestruck
Have we met before?
Or was it after?
Will you give a piece of your heart
Or more souls?
Red threads reach out
from your nostrils
Biting my tale
Shedding my skin
I enter your realm
Under the guise
Of the Cuntalini