How can I Reach Your Temple?

At first I snarl, snaking In the dirt around your foot, I wish to shoot up, lifting My body from the soot 
I coil up, all around you  Weaving shadows into your light Your white, brushed with my blue  Is no longer pure--not quite--  
And as I reach, your neck to clutch    And lean in with a hiss  Your head floats off, now out of touch  So far out of my kiss  
How can I reach your temple?  I can't, now I know  You are so high, so gentle  You tremble in the flow... 


Here I imagine myself as a transparent snake rising up, one scale after another, one facet after another, around this paper sculpture. The sculpture is made of four parts: 

The foot at the bottom, which I shaped as an elegant, curvy pedestal The faceted design in the middle, which I created out of a single sheet of paper, with no cutting or glueing at all (merely by light scoring and hand pressure)The faceted 'neck', which I brought to a single point; And the crown on top, which I set afloat above that point.  Curious about my paper sculptures? Take a look at my Plucked Porcupine or my Paper Peacock