Serpentine

I want to crawl in your skin
Maybe then I could get a taste
A sample of who you’re meant to be
Possibly the other side of me
Only this time the curtains drop
And I’m not sure when they ever opened
Standing on stage I feel a naked clown
Oblivious to the sounds of the audience below

We are serpents you and I;
We slither through scales and into bodies
A unique mold of one
From frolic touches to longing
Of the times between
The itch that one can’t scratch
Of a taste in the mouth; at the back of the tongue
From the lips to the cover of the gun