Cobra Kisses

Atlantic ocean eyes

Not blue

Stare back at you

Ice cream mind

On a July day

It’s always been that way

Picked apart tales

Find truth

In these lies

Your Hemingway hands

Reset the typewriter

It’s not fiction you speak

But reality

A story I cannot read

My cheeks

Like the cherry on top

Scarlet,

Flustered, clumsy,

Puppet legs give out,

Tumble down

Along with a tired heart

Soften the blow,

Strong arms do more

Good than harm

Despite this,

Your fever warmth

I will not sweat out

A hundred ten degrees

But the chills

Caress my skin

Your Alaskan organs

Titanic eyes

Not life-size

& Cobra kisses

Bitter will and

Poisonous venom

Flow to my veins

Boa constrictor hugs

I hold tight

I fight back