She spoke with forked tongue, the side winder.

She never had the edge,
she was more rounded
but her words would
cut and pierce you,
and break your heart in two.

While her emotions wrapped around you
she slithered away,
speaking with forked tongue,
love was her prey.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. You create dangerous woman and dangerous words. Some woman. Cold and hard. Better to observe and not battle. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Some are cold and hard but we still get hooked by their beauty! Thank you John, appreciate your wanderings over my mediocre writes.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Beautiful don't mean kind and you are welcome my friend.