The Asp at Cleopatra’s Breast
A poem that may or may not make sense in any direction. I don’t even know
By J. Otis HaasPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Tom Podmore on Unsplash
We will forget each-other
It is impossible to imagine
The way things turned out
Those nights when we were lotophagi
With all the agonies and ecstasies
It could be any other way
How could I think
You are the Alpha and the Omega
While
I am the asp at Cleopatra’s breast
About the Creator
J. Otis Haas
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