Hooded like a cobras neck
I see your fangs
So I take two steps back
But the hood fades into groomed bangs
Intrigued I watch you dance
You're smooth voice places me into a trance
You rise from your basket dangerous as hell
I take a deep breath and retreat into my shell
You coil up and beckon my hand forward
YOU ARE READING
Hearts gone cold
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and thoughts most centering around the idea of lost love or loneliness. #1 sad poems 1-19-19 #1 compilation 1-19-19 #1 poet 1-29-19 #1 deep poem 2-22-19
