Poets logo

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 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
The Asp at Cleopatra’s Breast
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


I am the asp at Cleopatra’s breast

love poems

About the Creator

J. Otis Haas

Space Case

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.