I charm my snake, like I charm my women;
Wine and dine them on kottu and honeyed tea,
Take them home and mesmerise them with my bata-nalawa;
Follow the vibrations, in a rhythmic union;
Find her body taut and supple, smoother than snake skin,
With a pierced belly button and a stylised ‘payana’ tattoo on the back of her neck,
Subtle graces- a deliciously inviting smile- with a set of eyes that can make a Snake Charmer wanna die!
‘Who is the charmer and, who is the charmed?’, you might ask;
For, without even noticing, I have closed the distance between us to within striking distance,
The risk of death but an after-thought;
The realisation (albeit fleeting) came just in time to move away from a vicious fatal strike!
Lesson be, as lesson learnt, all snakes are dangerous (particularly the female variety),
But, i’ll be sure to forget it tomorrow, after another round of kottu and honey tea, with another girl!