By Roman Soto
Rusty and lone,
A snake who sits on his throne
under an unfamiliar cone,
in a mountainous zone.
As he stares at his mirror,
The image shown is
no one by his side
no place to call his own.
Something was missing.
A gray sunless sky,
Not even a shadow
To stand by his side
As he wanders, thinking
of where to go.
He decides to go to his only friend’s house.
Rusty and lone
Another snake who sits on her throne
under an unfamiliar stone
In a mountainous zone.
As she glances into her mirror
The image shown is
no one by her side,
No place to call her own.
Something was missing.
The pale sky shows no intention
of a bright day as she goes out for a run,
until upon finishing with her run and
entering the house, she sees her friend.
Knock Knock
Her fellow snake is at the door
And she welcomes him into her
Humble abode.
His fangs are sharper than a tiger’s,
His eyes, sleepy yet filled with the
same sorrow found at the bottom of a shipwreck.
His heart…fainter than the trill of the quietest cricket.
Something was missing.
He finds himself lost
in her bright, wide eyes
which eventually led down
to her blunt, soft fangs.
But even then, he heard the
slightest Thump from her heart.
They look into each other’s eyes and their hearts leap
As they realize something…they complete each other.
They experience a phenomena
sweeter than the sensation
of eating a pineapple.