Snakecharmer

I must have taken too long
forsaken your song assimilating eye flush
   and thoughts of distance made me deaf of your voice –
that voice that once pierced me like an arrow of fire
   and perhaps a shot of endorphin.
I looked at your hands and mine
   were as of a childs in comparison
and in general. Now you look to the ones that usually look
   to the opposites
now experimenting with the similarities, but I:
   I have never been green--