Not Writer…

What’s a rattlesnake?
The snake I know
Is deathly quiet.

Sleeping in your sheets, riding shotgun,
The sex eau of a misstress on your clothes
Clawing underdown your chesty flesh
Posturous playing a cat on a curtain
Flicking its hook tongue in the wool wind.

The infidel secret betrayed in a scoring of years
A rattling cough from underneath the bed