Here comes the cobra
Moving up my spine
Slowly rising here to find
An owl perched
Upon the top of the wand
Amidst the bell, the brother
And the dog
The weight slowly fell
Away from the rod
Here at my throat
I hear the snake hiss
Love, love,
Love what issssss
I hear the birds
Out on the lawn
As Grammy wraps me
In her arms
It's okay to love me
Is what she says
It doesn't take from
Someone else
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