03-05-2013, 02:09 PM
The Ox and the Snake (2013)
Away he wallowed down the road,
To places near but not.
Leaving behind this one he knows,
Her fairness not forgot.
For through it all he can recall,
The night her heart he sought;
The Cabaret, a local tap,
Perhaps not the ideal.
Some may scoff at just the thought
And others might conceal.
But he’s appeased, and now he sees
Their meeting proved surreal.
The Ox; at first appearing dense.
The Snake; seductive, sweet.
Spoke suddenly then sallied off
Separately to the street.
He, the Ox, so happy that,
The Snake he chanced to meet.
Her face, her name, her memory;
The Ox he took that night,
Home to sleep, and dreamt of her
Just hoping that he might,
See again, the Snake who makes,
So startling a sight.
Compare her to an autumn day?
The Ox he figured he,
Should never lay eyes on any who,
Eclipses her beauty.
He spent his days, counting the ways,
That she enamoured he.
A day, a week, a month went and,
The thought of her remained.
One night she slithered to the Shore
For tastings he had feigned.
At sea he saw her once again,
Her beauty ascertained.
Like cart to ox, he had become
So thoroughly attached.
The Snake and he, the Chinese say
Can perfectly be matched.
The surface of their feelings seemed,
To only have been scratched.
On New Years Eve, of year Thirteen
‘Tween wondrous walls of wine,
The pair embraced, their eyes they looked,
True feelings they defined.
The Ox and Snake declared to each:
“I’m yours and you are mine.”
From two to ones, they solely wish
Togetherness: restore.
Yet distance simply proves them that
Each other, they adore.
True only need; each others feel,
And more and more and more.
Away he wallowed down the road,
To places near but not.
Leaving behind this one he knows,
Her fairness not forgot.
For through it all he can recall,
The night her heart he sought;
The Cabaret, a local tap,
Perhaps not the ideal.
Some may scoff at just the thought
And others might conceal.
But he’s appeased, and now he sees
Their meeting proved surreal.
The Ox; at first appearing dense.
The Snake; seductive, sweet.
Spoke suddenly then sallied off
Separately to the street.
He, the Ox, so happy that,
The Snake he chanced to meet.
Her face, her name, her memory;
The Ox he took that night,
Home to sleep, and dreamt of her
Just hoping that he might,
See again, the Snake who makes,
So startling a sight.
Compare her to an autumn day?
The Ox he figured he,
Should never lay eyes on any who,
Eclipses her beauty.
He spent his days, counting the ways,
That she enamoured he.
A day, a week, a month went and,
The thought of her remained.
One night she slithered to the Shore
For tastings he had feigned.
At sea he saw her once again,
Her beauty ascertained.
Like cart to ox, he had become
So thoroughly attached.
The Snake and he, the Chinese say
Can perfectly be matched.
The surface of their feelings seemed,
To only have been scratched.
On New Years Eve, of year Thirteen
‘Tween wondrous walls of wine,
The pair embraced, their eyes they looked,
True feelings they defined.
The Ox and Snake declared to each:
“I’m yours and you are mine.”
From two to ones, they solely wish
Togetherness: restore.
Yet distance simply proves them that
Each other, they adore.
True only need; each others feel,
And more and more and more.


