Carapace

what a strange thing to compare yourself to, something that slips from water to land tastes the sun, slipping into the muddy dark again what a strange comparison woman and reptile warm and cold blooded things that carefully harbor their eggs lets the sun run a hand of life over their hearts lead them to the backwaters so they can grow into their shells then fend for themselves= Woman and reptile deflecting the manjaws of living retreating then snapping wary eye on the dark beak of life. A favorite backwood pond rimmed with faries and such a favorite log to rest upon, (me?) then what, a shadow comes along then plunk-plink again leaving purple ripples around this hungry hearts. what a strangly brilliant thing to compare yourself to