The Serpents Dance.


Closer than the closest thing
United by a wedding ring
We danced the dance of serpents intertwined.

A love, a lust, so soon to fade
Our dance a false and cruel charade
Our venom spitting diatribe unkind.

A mutual love, a mutual hate
My departure I fear cannot wait
But I am hostage to the fathers chain.

A verbal push, a retaliatory shove
A unity devoid of love
The music died but we dance on just the same.

And round and round and round we go
Enmeshed in loves sad dieing throes
We sway as serpents seeking fatal flaw.

Gone to me the tender kiss
Replaced by cruel defensive hiss
Dancing to the urban jungles law.
Brendan.





Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-02-28 at 10:57

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Zoya Zaidi
Love goes out, but the lust remains,
What a sad state of affairs.
The Kiss goes away, but the hiss remain,
Oh, it is so sad again!
The fatal dance of entwined serpents,
Must end when one perishes, at the end!

((((Hugs Brenden, a very good analogy!))))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-28