Slither

Bite me.
All you want.
I hold the venom.
In spite, in your spite,
Your wrath is futile,
And while,
I lay and wait,
My venom isss
Toxic.
Want to taste?
Slither on up,
Slide on over,
I don't bite,
Hard.
I don't need to,
Hence,
My Venom.

Your poison is feeble,
It may be frightful,
But
My bite is spiteful.

A SNAKE BITE IS NATURAL / MY TONGUE SPLIT IS NOT / WANT TO TASTE? / I THOUGHT SO

Child's Play

When I'm empty,
my face ragged with lines,
All I need is hue.

Fill me in.
I want to know. I want to see.
Let me feel it,
Even if I'm jaded,
I'll be shaded.
Empty lines beckon
Bad things,
Unspeakable things,
You know, just fill me in.
Hues aren't hard,
not all of them,
The soft ones, especially,
Oh how warm they can be,
No malice in the harsh nature
of realities fill. Just
us.
Hue and my lie-n's.

Flying

When all you have
Is you.
Take the time to watch
the Sun rise.
Find your high
Lookout.
The colours alone are overwhelming.
Words cannot describe transition
of perception.
Words cannot perceive transition
by description.
Just see,
That overlook is your
Lookout.
Just watch,
Time stills to irrelevance
as values skew &
Salvador Dali says,
"Screw You."
Your time is mine,
Don't you see,
You gave it to me,
Read me again,
You are mine.