The Monarch Serpent

The Monarch Serpent
By Ashraf Hamed Junior
9/17/09

I saw him not to long ago; his gorgeous eyes are still stained within me
His breath still ice cool as the way he acted all the way home with me that night
I felt chills; the Goosebumps are still there, I am glad
Why do I feel like this toward him, his eyes are as a blade where they have struck me so
Ever so deeply…
Where his smile has broken me down into a puzzle, and I have lost the pieces of myself.  
But on the inside of his exterior is something worse than beauty…a snake
If truth to be told, he stalks his prey by giving them the glance.  
The glance that stops others so they become interested.  
His gorgeous eyes are nothing more than a lie.  
A lie that I want to happen.  
He has already wrapped his body around me and is ready to feast.  
Feast on me on my radiant body.
To tell you the truth, I am going to name this serpent.  
It’s not going to be any other title that someone will forget.  
It will be something that everyone will remember.  
The Monarch Serpent…yes, that fits him perfectly
Superior to all the other serpents, but also a serpent none the less.

In a way I want to be with him
Even if he is toxic
Even if he is dangerous
Even if he is a serpent
I don’t care, so mind I set free your ambition

I think I’ll become the snake piper
You Monarch Serpent, come to me