Will we always slither around
Sliding over barren ground?
Will you always tease my skin
Then turn away afraid to sin?
Will I always long for this
Less than a caress more than a hiss?
Will the sun that heats my blood
Heat yours too and make it good?
Will the skin we shed and shake
Make us more human and much less snake.
Will we ever be rid of this terrible curse
Of being unable, to be an ‘Us’.
What hope have we? No matter how hard we try
Our devious ways will make her cry.