Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem #283 of 365

What snake sleeps with you tonight,
curling in cold coils
on the sweet chest of your
deepest breaths?

How you allow this risky
partner into your lair,
gamble your crotch
on a rookie table!

I have called animal
control, so be forewarned,
the net and noose
will soon lurk your way.

And when I hear you moan
in this city, at last when
the slithering creature
has left your bed, I'll rest
assured that you're flesh
heats nothing but the
damp photo I've stitched
onto your nightclothes.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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