Viper

Strike me
Quick as a snake
The venom of your smile
Lips that hide
The hideous fangs of death

You tease with hooded eyes
Laughing
Dancing in the darkness
But the poison from your wound
Reaches deep into the soul
I was a fool

She’ll get you too
Striking
Lightening that vanishes
With your heart

Author's Note: This piece was originally written on June 26, 1988