Illusions are made of this
Memories resembling bliss
Happiness reaching from a stretched out Kiss
Tangibility in grubby rubber bands demands to be missed;
When deserted by life’s steamy fizz
What has gone is nothing but the serpent’s hiss.

When deserted by life’s steamy dream,
Loyalty imagined from a lifelong queen,
Black spots on serpent’s back have camouflaged to green.