miss serpentine

[march.13.2008.8:08pm]

"...the Serpent is chillingly lucid."
suzanne white


she effortlessly lies to fuel my fantasy; she silently slithers alongside my insecurities. she coils around secretcy to bring me comfort; she strikes to lay venemous kisses on my lips. my love for her is the field in which her underbelly glosses over; she never roots in my long blades of grass to lay her eggs. she's cold in her core and callused with scales. my fervent infatuation with her brings my blood to a boil; she melts all had will power to mute my ears to her hiss.

I love her yet she doesn't love me. not in the way I want her to, in the way I need her to. she isn't attached to me, but I'm rooted in her. the trance she seduces me into allows me to believe she's one hundred percent:
one hundred percent faithful.
one hundred percent truthful.
one hundred percent loyal.
one hundred percent interested.
one hundred percent my own,
but my heartache tells me I don't have her entirely, yet when she's in my grasp, I'm convinced heartache has told me lies.

I know the liar is the one who I've allowed to spiral around my senses, constricting my consciousness, poisoning my philosophy.

she suffers from her undying lust for the chase; she victimizes herself through stalking and seducing her unexpecting victims. she swallows men whole as she has swallowed me. ironic how she never savors the flavor of hearts long enough to taste them.

I suppose she couldn't help the alignments the celestial skies were in on the day she was born; she can't help this no more than I can help to love her.

miss serpentine she is.


this has been an exerpt from my genius.
Copyright © 2008 Char'Nae James