Untitled, Unseen, Unheard

You craved her words, your tongue begging
to bend itself around them
as they formed from the melt of the ink,
curving onto the clearest of pages;
snakes seducing your soul
(the beat of your heart)

And they never left
they never left

The scales from their skin surrounds you,
scorns me,
spits in the eye of my contempt and I
attempt to appeal,
read me instead.

Number one she was
number one

No one will ever be first again, against
her tide of terminology.
You are too taken with rowing into her waves,
a current of careful, callous love.
I scream noiseless from the shore
into the deafness of your splashing oar.