A snake is how poetic by nature
It goes to the garden
and sits at the bottom
of a Night blooming jasmine tree..
Not for the greed of any insect
Not to have dinner..
It is so fascinated
by the fluttering insects
just after their sex..
To the snake
Night blooming jasmine is greater
than it's hunger.
Not the unbearable nausea of poison,
all night long
It remains intoxicated
by the swollen faces
lying on the floor
a pair of silent insects
engrossed in affection.