The Poet

The Poet

Friday, October 24, 2014

Snakey Woman by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Hot strut, street-cold eyes,
is there anything alive
inside behind the flawless face
disregard beauty and body grace
forget the curling crown of red
ignore sapphire fire in the gaze
it will leave you in a daze
look beyond and you will find
a rapacious reptilian mind
she's crocodile hungry, cobra quick,
razor sharp and serpent slick
the other guys on the corner
shiver in that glance of ice
immobilized, they stand transfixed
like terror-frozen, trembling mice. 
Myself, I move into her path
and approach with impunity
when you've been snake bit as often as me
you develop an immunity.

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