We move in tandem.
We sleep in the same tall grasses,
under cover of the same rocks.
we coil around each other.

But not even we
think the other attractive.
You’re the same slimy vessel
of sin that I am.

Scaly skin?
Forked tongue?
Sharp fangs?
Reservoirs of poison?

We could just as easily
bite each other.
But I impregnate you instead.

This leads to more of us
slithering around,
striking fear into the hearts
of all other living creatures.

Even snakes slip away in terror
when we come near.

John Grey


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Leading Edge, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.

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