it was a shock

but I did not say it was illegal —

I could say

your leg has drove the weasel wild

  along where you shake it;

he says

“now where shall I begin?”

his napkin and his snappy lips

his beady eyes gone wide

may have seen a shimmy in his time

but none

like yours

my sweet

that changed the climate

from temperate

to high voltage —

see here

the serpent gets down on his knees

the intellectual

   “was your look aback

    redundancy or contradiction?”

what he means to say:

your lips are sweet

but should they be?

and when they sing

should snake-lips sing?

    some luring juice

you must exude

to drive the zoo so wild,

snake-cheeks shaved,

the snake in spats,

spectacles on his spectacle.