Mask (part 1)
Quietly Snake caresses the branch above,
twining her way towards me.
I watch—
stomach churning,
fists and jaws clenched.
I know she brings my Good,
She sees beyond this mask.
Why am I afraid?
Her breath is sweet.
Her kiss is brief.
And as I stand shaking,
I wonder,
What did Eve feel?
Did she quake with fear,
Or sigh with ecstasy?
