pretty tongue silver
forked, flicks, tickles
your ear illustrious, glints
hypnotic songs, beats
a rhythm your
tympanic membrane
can get behind
                  entrancing
like a snake coiled up
in a basket, in a tree
making eye contact –
go on and grab it, 
break it, bend it, bite it
off, why don’t you,
next time it strikes or flits
out of your own mouth