Snake

Condemned to be a belly on the earth, you slither masterfully around the beehive, away from the beating of bamboo sticks, riding the air in a ripple of desert sand. In the whoop and holler of discovery, lengths of you hypnotize unraveling waves of dancing feet in a strike, a miss and retreat. Later, I wonder of your bite, hidden in tall grass, quiet. You are a toothless face on the fence skirting immunity or else beautifully venomous, contemplating legs, hips; no footsteps, no trace, just movement, and the lick of escaping lips