Ascending

Snake

Anticipation is a cold snake
Coiled on a damp rock,
Waiting for the sun.

Anticipation is that moment
Right before your kiss,
When the world spins in slomo…
Our breathing suspended,
Two souls connecting.

Anticipation is the hiss
Of butter in the pan,
The scent of onion in the air,
The meal that you missed,
The text that wasn’t there.

Anticipation is the jagged line
Between bliss and despair,
Hugging the cliff
As the Devil and the deep
Blue sea became one.
Jump, they said,
And I fell.

Anticipation is a broken snake,
Red-eyed, uncurled,
Boiling with rage,
Ascending from Hell.

8 responses to “Ascending

  1. Wow.

    I can’t even …

    Wow.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I made a few edits. 🙂

    Like

  3. Wow. Heart hurts.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. You’re purty good at this pome stuff. In case I haven’t said so lately.

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