Serpentine

Your graces fall on deaf ears,
The heat rises, glowing amber from hollow sockets.
The body, the skin, still human at least,
Serves an anchor to the great unleashed.

This also is one of the dark places of the earth,
Serpentine.

Your fire, your blackness, your tendrils upon my throat,
Caress a soul I no longer recognise, smother a girl I do not know.
Crushing wouldn't mind no man's might
With scroll for an empty chalice, simply fill me.

Awakened, a hesitant Chimera now crackles
A ribald mind unravels, ripe fruit,

Ready but for the taking if you would my
Serpentine.