My, my, my

My mind merges with the wind. A coiled serpent awakens and opens all of her eyes. It doesn’t really come as a surprise to see venom and recognise my self in the sting of the pain.

My writhing brain disgusts itself before another eye is opened and looks upon me with such love and adoration, the hissing quietens and retreats into a purr.

My cat tail brushes the landscape with a grid of love and paints each square with spontaneous precision. A dragonfly hovers by the water, and I sigh.

(Sept 2025)