A snake crept beneath Cleopatra's bed, <br />And kissed the spot she laid her head, <br />Though he couldn’t clasp her side, to him: <br />He was not warm-blooded man- <br /> <br />But at night, she dreamed of holes <br />Where a serpent chased a soul.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-soul/
