Makita Xxiv: Fire Snake

Those eyes that flicker in yonder light flourish like snakes during summer nights So seasoned and cultured unshaken they float Though none can tell what’s pristine or trite ‘tis often I ponder what spare pages you sought to share A question mark be thy beauty such a being surmised as rare her smile benevolent as summer’s breeze Upon my knees nimble I appease And in that time I recollect These memories that are elder keys