Reptiles
In the spider’s grip, we speak of love,
With words - such worthless, weightless stuff.
Promise this and swear thy heart,
Side by side we shall never part.
Moistened eye to moistened eye,
The rational buckles, burns and bends.
Woman weeps, her tears will flow.
Mankind watches and doesn’t know,
That fear drifts through hands that hold,
Fairer, softer, smoother skin.
For beneath the surface, upon the ocean floor,
Lies cold blooded crustacean’s claws,
Exacting vengeance for crimes unknown.
Mother nature turns on phallic fools,
Who believe the witches have a mind.
When feelings fail her instinct finds,
The naked male asleep in bed.
Wraps her coils still glistening wet,
Around his heart and limpid prick,
To feed in savage lust till sick.
©Sudha Hamilton
