The Glass Snail
you can haul me up with the hiss
from between your teeth
outing the remembrance of each line we traced
with nervous fingertips and shall never forget
I hold you secret like a snail
your black shell uncrushable and hazardous as glass
warning me -you'd break, embed and spread,
slow, slow, slithering intravenously again
into my very cells.
I won't cry out, I won't.