Sweet Venom

beware of the slithering hiss
of flying snakes
their split tongues
smell the invisible
the moon
its' milky
shadows

in this this darkest night
when the moon succumbs
a poet shows his fangs for all
to hear

he decides he loves love more
than the struggle of love
he lurks in rocks' shadows
along the worn path
ignores all the distractions
but one

eyes quiet
intent
he listens for
the tender words
evocations
most elusive shadow
of all shadows

coiled
he is ready to strike
at anything that may come
his way

jppestana
sweet venom
6.15.18