Leviathan

Today I saw myself
within a rippling pool
my image a cyanotype version
of something inside,
something just below the opaque
reflection, so I get on my knees
offering my hand, I reach in deeper
into the cool depths of the liquid
and recoil it in shock,
my hand and brow moist with revelation,
there are some things
I would rather not remember.

I have noticed that I started a two of the previous poems with a description of hair. I love hair, maybe it is because I have a mom who is a hairdresser, but to me, there is nothing like feeling soft hair on freshly-shaved skin. It has a huge emotional attachment for me, I am afraid that I will someday fall in love with a girl simply because of her unusually soft hair.

The Viper

A double barreled snake,

intoxicating, wanton, and sleek.

Hanging over the mantel,

it's silver scales quietly imitate the room,

they skew life, tint it with power;

an enchanting reflection.

He took it out of the cage,

to feed.

and it did,

with its fangs and venom and speed.

a fatal strike,

the final view.

And as I watch my heart turns to ash.

I fall apart.

Unforgettable,

its ebony eyes,

they relentlessly stared at me,

and I ran, to escape their gaze,

to escape the vipers lust and the tool:

the heart,

it had ensnared with it's deadly quicksilver skin,

And its fuming, burning black eyes,

that pierce me to my very soul.