oh my darling serpentine
speak to me in snake tongue, please;
you understand it well.
a first language of sorts
and there are more on my tongue.
i have a second tongue too. you choose them,
i use them. they always fit the groove
of what you seek. wet and cold on aurals,
warm language sweats moist and wormy words
half-words. deformed, mostly yuk. sound of sin-speak sweet
speak to me in snakinged tongues
suggesting skittish bites
which make fevers rancid and
so much less watchful-watchful in the
old toothless way of tired and warmly worn replies
seasofme1409/071016parallaxis
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