Snakes

i wish
i could chase your name
slithering
on sand (of time) ..

as my ears had turned deaf,
as i expanded my hood
you stung me..

we used to hiss our songs,
that you can now forget
as poison pollutes memories ..

'am half asleep now,
and you coiled again
watching me uttering
the words that got limping on the way ..

you waiting, for what .. ?

It seems my lips are still red ..