Sunday, May 1, 2016

HOOD AND HISS



A whiff of sombre thought
Undulate like Python imagery
Giving mass to my passion 
Surreptitious of its serpentine air

When memory fang muscle deep
Wriggling a curl on agony face
I tousle head by my silent tress
Giving longer nights to hood and hiss

No stars or moon, accure
Its silent chime
Struck by my sufferings
In this gory nebulous nights

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