Lamia Leaves the Phoenix

it’s certain we would have
tormented each another
plucked out all the fine plumage
but I was due for a molting, babe
I was due for a molting
and if your fire fanned over me
and my jaw hinged hungry wide
to accommodate the both of us
I might have been sated
but probably not, dear
most likely not
so you keep preening those wings
I’ll trail this skin behind me
cannot cast you off so easy
but I’m watching for ashes, babe
all those fine falling ashes.

© 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.

Image: The Lamia – 1909 by Herbert James Draper – public domain