hidden underneath

the beat the rhythm

of her easy words

kept on smiling

waiting patient

for her traps

to be sprung

would you say?

no i wouldn’t

but spoken soft

back in the way

her snake lines

came to me

can you accept?

can you see

how others might

see these things?

how you might be

interpreted?

maybe i try

my words might

just stand alone

by themselves

accepted as

coming from

no malice

intent of sleight?

she smiled then

we don’t live

in easy times

we left this there