THE MEDUSΑ

MEDUSE'S EYES BY CHRYSSA V.2014

The old man,  with wrinkles like

fish scales, grabbed my hand,

looked me in the eyes and smiled

sardonically ...

His white long hair and

beard waved in the wind.

"You have the smile of the snake's mother"

told me, "bland but also a trap;

if I had youth and urge,

you'd lie down on the sand with me

for a night ... "

His eyes, greedy, investigated

my bosom and flanks.

I had a tendency to run, but my legs

was trembling, bolted to earth, and my heart

was beating, like the small deer's after

hunt. I saw that he was reading me ...

He pulled his tongue and licked his lips,

caressing lewdly my thighs with his free hand .

"You're wet as a deep dark lake"

he said, "and your body a rough sea,

your hands and your feet, have been doubled,

they stick their suckers around his body

and he suffocates ... He'll escape away ... "

"He can Not withstand Medusas ..."