once a springtime serpentA Poem by alan khan
falala to be a reptile. to be a serpent. to have a chill in my blood. to wear the earth as skin to be cloaked in the mud. i wonder how far i may wander without the legs to slow me down. how man bodies of water might be a simple saunter. i, a graceful breeze gliding below your care and worry. no words or noises in any part of my being to obscure or trouble my time. i might like that. a shadow silent against an ebony backdrop. my tongue my greatest asset. whenever i choose lashing my tongue out in swift licks to taste the air. the atmosphere and earth enriched by the contact of my mouth wanting a taste as i am in turn enriched by it's offering of life. not, than a lash.. but a kiss, a seamless and unnoticed caress against Her skin to find food danger warmth sex. centuries of my ancestors learning and living. lending me a cunning sharper than any brutes teeth and blade. an ancient wisdom and patience burning quietly in my stillness. to be a reptile. to be a serpent. to have a chill in my blood. to wear the earth as skin to be cloaked in the mud. an exquisite grace coupled with nothing but authenticity. no veil of affection. nothing within my slender ridges but the blood and organs to digest what is mine. no foul toxins that poison my body and soul with love and attachment. curling and coiling near another for nothing but warmth. familiarity. but possession? longing? if be they not food they be nothing. to be a reptile. to be a serpent. to have a chill in my blood. to wear the earth as skin to be cloaked in the mud. to embrace both sun and moon to know the cold night as a mother to contemplate nothing at all to shed my skin and wear another. would all be great. © 2013 alan khan |
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