A snake pit
In bits and pieces
And phases and leases
You
Reveal its hem and hilt
Its frills and fancies
Soft folds and (dark)peaks
Its wet crevices
Its secret passages
And honeyed recesses
Later late and wise
Deep deep down
Among shriveled folds
I realize
I am stuck
To wallow in this muck
Of creeping alleyways
And sapless recesses
Murali 90
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