Rise, Serpent

Flowers be in your hair, my love.

Richness in your soul.

I thought I’d tiptoe round you now,

So I didn’t own you whole.


Freedom in the spirit hears you speak,

Long lost forgotten loves.

Yourself included, there, my child.

Wound up like broken doves.

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