woke up with a snake
slipping his shiver finger
in little licks down my spinal
cord, a tense spirit being
woken - rose to tip and tail
sweet bell broken
cold water slow to open my pores
envelope sore feet
dress me in a sweet tone of evening
drench my in a soulful scent of being
mold me in the shape you have become accustomed too
then let me change
sold today my shoulders were to snakes
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