Serpent’s Kiss

I remember
your eyes dripping stars
into a sea of orchids;
we two like spinning chimes.
But now, I wait for you
in that place
skating on the blade
of a honeybee’s wing
sipping from a cup
on a switchback road
hiding from the highwayman;
bone china clicking
through my silent life
begging
death’s mercy.
But, instead of you
there’s a bronze horseman
delivering a serpent’s kiss.
He fills me up and I pour into the river.
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