i see you from the terrace
slithering into my house
as though a snake into its natural habitat
to silence the sound of footsteps
when you learnt that what goes inside
never returns from this haunted house
while i crawled down the stairs
every step taken carefully
to avoid the creaks
and when we met at the juncture
you were a snake with no hands to hold me
while i turned into a beast lashing out
pouncing upon my prey and territory
marking my beloved with my
snarls and bites as i wept over
my last true possession
~ we both entered each other
in fact love and possession
are quite the opposite
one grows while
the other kills
