A snake with moth's eyes,
I curled myself around the
lightness of your mind;
nestled myself into the
sweetness of your dimples.

You didn't hear the hiss
of my scales against the
tight center of your
confused desires until
I was already entangled,
and breaking you open.

I lodged myself behind
your molars.

A week passed, and as
your smile deposed into
a pained frown, I let my
grip slack. You didn't hear
me slither away.

You don't miss me.