Snakes of words crawl my fingers,
Twisting them, coiling them, unbending them . . .
Snakes of words sing around my fingers,
Oh-so-happy and merrilly that nobody believes them
Snakes of words blink at my fingers,
Seeing them as strangers, as lovers
Snakes of words: mate my fingers!
For they are yours and you shall make them yours.
No comments:
Post a Comment