Adder

Adder, adder, tremor of dreams
Fork in the quilt
Rush of a sting through signalling blood
What brings you out in this laid bare light?
Where burning blushes
Ripen the skin
And sheet stripped eyes stare open, Medusa.
Charged like a whip
Which brings down the bull
Adder, adder stay under cover
Where shame keeps its coil.

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