When a new woman enters my life, <br />the time comes to introduce her <br />to the python of personal history <br />that I keep around as a pet. <br /> <br />I'm almost 58 now, <br />and the darn thing <br />has grown quite long! <br /> <br />I watch it <br />curling about her legs <br />as she reads its occult, <br />reticulated skin. <br /> <br />After awhile, <br />it sort of slides between us <br />and goes into hibernation, <br /> <br />but there’s no way around it— <br />you have to introduce them.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-python/
