Lamia, as I see Her.

I

The serpent weaves around
her legs and waist and spine
around
and
around

snaking between
her life giving
breasts.

A mother to forgotten sons,
the pollinating insect
dead and gone,

decomposing with the leaves.

The Red Tongue slipping and tasting.
The fearless black beads see into
your ocular wet pearls of white and
natural green.


My vision deceives me. I feel as I see
The gentle muscular grip of its
body grasping you tight
with precarious grace.

You moan as it climbs,
the soft intimacy of
the assiduous slink
no doubt affects
your passions.


For an instant I fear
that the fangs have been bared,
and I cannot look,
I am scared.

The silence is telling.
I hear no cry from you
but how can you live?

I imagine the fangs plunging
into your lily white throat.