If I Met The White Snake Woman
If I met the white snake woman,
I would push aside her husband and
we would drink wine together.
Her scales shining
like unpainted sunlight.
As the night ended, I would kiss
her carmine mouth.
Our solace would be our small town.
A quiet life of tea, cloudy skies,
and trying to figure out how to sew
garments for a snake.
Hand in hand, we would pull
the Gold Temple into verdant water,
soiling Fa-Hai’s malicious attempts.
I would fall for her agate eyes
and her flower dew perfume
If I met the white snake woman,
I would write a new story with her
Not because she was wrong to love,
but because love is a bridge crossing,
a hanging couplet.
Bone brushwork and ink flesh
It is something we do together.
Elliot is a writer living in Hong Kong often found knitting on the MTR. They have a poetry collection, All Your Sharp Desire, exploring desire and pain through mythology, available on Amazon.
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