Constrictor

At the 20^th the weight of 40

Our quick collusion the same

Salamander karma ghia grin

Yet now a crooked receding

A slipping into the local

Hands clasped over

White stockinged knee

Still the bride outshining

The one the eye is always finding

Still the constrictor

The imperceptibly growing subjector

The sliding blue green pressure

Isis coming back in the sleeve

Of Cleopatra in her vestment

Pearls, earrings, gold chain bracelets

Walking behind Carnegie’s chariot

Her guileless resurrection

A snake to the breast