Like Medusa you look at me.
Changable eyes of every shade of grey
Turn from cynical self-deprecation
To cutting steel, glittering a warning.
And like Perseus without a shield
I feel myself grow brittle,
Cracks creeping up my spine,
Branching out across my back.
Almost an afterthought,
That polished shield.
I see my own grey abstractions there,
The long shadow I can cast.
Now I feel you close behind me,
Your snakes hissing in my ear.
I slowly raise my eyes to yours –
You see yourself in mine.
And slowly your bent head
Settles on my shoulder.
Like golden ornaments your snakes
Curl around my hand in your hair…
February 2019, copyright jsmorgane