Sister Snakes

They were twins living together

No birds of a different feather

Secretly they would move under the river

Shed light to dawn bodies quiver

Lonesome island access gained

Bread and butter chained

Together they laughed and cried

Neither would crawl in shame to hide

Loved their liberty

Periscope to mastery

Chivalry cherished on the common sea

Shore to shore a double she

Black thigh high socks

Reveal the pen and paper art locks

They slithered beneath memories

Like reflecting diamond treasuries

Hid in dark corners away from flame of desire

Serpent stirring and sliding higher

Their imagination ignited creativity

Traveled the world for no lack of eternity

They were admired by many

Counted thoughts for your penny

Held accountable for no fault

In each quad chambers vault

Buried deep within the nest heap

Reflecting hearts not bowing to sheep

Identical and comparable

Torn sleeve is bearable

They constrict and construct

Under sheets tucked

Now and then they may adorn a skirt

Ten-fold pump station squirt

Secret songs sing and sung

Avoid their poisonous tongue

Sisters from mother

On your silent face smother

Snakes from father

Below belt no bother

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