On a rainy night, it crawls along the eaves and falls down toward me.
With an eye bandage, the one of those which coiling on themselves, crawling out from.
Under a mosquito net, two pillows are there, and some scales of a snake I find.
By the tongue torn two-way, caressed in the dark. Or, by the tongue torn two-way, giving me cunnilingus on the dark place.
Finally on looking back, I'm left alone, where a reptilia has gone I wonder. Or, on looking back, I stand alone, me a reptilia.