Hiss

She hisses and clings to my finger.

A little one is she.

Copper with hints of black and gold,

embellishes her stunning body.

Artfully, she slithers

along the spine

to imbue a burning yet icy taste

of ecstasy.

The stupor in her eyes,

provokes my curiosity,

while her petite mouth harbors

fatal divinity.

Samyama

With your shrill stare,

I wonder if it was the

scorching sword

or molten fire, from your eyes

that poured.

You chauffeured me

across seas of pain and bliss.

My parched mouth made no sound.

Only silent crevices

of inside roared.

No longer were you music

but stormy fire-dance.

Your charring heat,

bleeding into every inhalation

I housed.

The deadly venom you

soaked my breath with,

I shall feed on now.

To burn myself up

before I burn myself out.