"S"

it is the serpent sliding about

stones and plants and grass.

a river about hills, mountains 

and the sea.

it is a body curled longingly around

a pillow last night.

a partial infinity,

a stagnant, broken heart.

its sound is an oncoming

downpour of rain,

the steam shooting from my teapot

moments before its 

deafening squeal.

it is the seductive letter,

smooth and shapely;

curvaceous.

a silver-tongued silhouette.