A serpent with no tail,
Is a chain-gate with one flaw,
When the male moves towards her,
The female side withdraws …
The circular forest spirals slowly,
It’s roots a thousand hands,
The trees quiver in a lonely dance,
As it coils around these lands.
Their single body will curl and stretch
As he tries to kiss her chin,
And even though they form a gate,
She’ll never let him in.