Slither

there is a snake in the grass

curled calm in scaled flair

trespass not for torpor taints

this sallow serpent’s lair

peerless peccadillo

her fangs are burnished;

bare

.

convoluting coils of stillness

a flick of forked tongue

tread lightly heedless pilgrim

lest her venom freely run

retreat to shadowed sanctum

for she seeketh

only sun..