Scales drape you, you are green
Coiled weight on your shoulders
You’ve carried this stirring burden
A forked tongue in your mouth
Feel the rough paper of a body
Wound round your waist.
Words and wounds and the wrap
Of a long muscle from ankle
To hip, its head rests by your lips
It whispers your name to you,
You’ve been waiting to hear it hiss
Tail flicked over your shoulder
Into your palm, the grapes you’ve pulled
From the vine that surrounds you.