for her

I wonder
who made the demon out of who
we were two snakes
In a heat-licked field of wheat
Caught in a dance
Neither could turn her back to

You play each moment as a battle
And you flit, mischievous, from one to two
Your giggle and you’re clever, and little catches you

I look back and can’t decipher
Did I strike, when you had grown complacent
And bleed you with my fangs
Or did I stoke a fever in the rats
Then leave you to their swarm

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