Medusa

her kisses are hisses, she's speaking in tongues
our marital bliss is a scream of my lungs
her scales on my skin, tattooed by her squeeze
her irises tinted with scandalous ease

seduced and enslaved, lacking reason or will
I cannot be saved, filled with terror and zeal
and know of no other, no break or escape
no thing I would rather, I worship her shape

forbidden desires mix pleasure with pain
the ritual fires can't make me abstain
each sinuous curve demands my attention
I live but to serve -- serve what? I can't mention

she draws out her hooks I am chilled to the bone
and yet, as she looks I'm, as always, to stone