Tell It To Me - Poem by Delilah Miller
There is another great, green snake in your mouth.
Crawling and sprawling
to fill the newest silence, caused by your newest doubt.
A whole new serpent,
Listening and christening
you as the newest, brightest miscreant.
At our feet they lie in a pile
Squeezing us until we're wheezing
for a breath of our true selves, or a kiss to last a mile!
Problems on your mind, and diplomacy in your throat,
Blocking and talking
to me, instead of you, unwrapped from a sugar coat.
Don't let that dark python gulp you down!
Swallow and follow
it with a shot of tequila, then whiskey.
Drop that snakeskin bag
and come swallow me.
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