by Juanita Rey
At the end of night,
I gently brush his lips with mine,
avoid the fangs beyond.
I sense he is venomous
though there’s something to be said
for a flattering forked tongue.
And he’s just the one to say it.
Plus there’s that
proud handsome head,
the skin that he seems
so eager to be shed.
I won’t let this go any further.
Once bitten,
the poison’s all on me.
About the Author:
Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet, US resident. Her work has been published in Mixed Mag, The Mantle and Lion and Lilac amongst others.