Dune Snake

desert. girl. poison.

She is cinnamon scented dunes beneath me,

a sidewinder shifting and churning across

the desert mosaic, a sensuous dance . . .

Moonlight caresses mysterious shadows,

I dance with her now . . . bitten am I.

Entranced by her venom, I reach out for

the euphoric comfort of her dunes . . . slipping

into the warm scent of her nocturnal desires,

getting lost in them . . . hoping never to be found.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I feel the need to lie down on a leather couch, to dissect every line and its poetic brilliance! Perhaps you could be my analyst...or therapist. OMG, you really know how to deliver from complete abstinence. I LOVE this!

Wow, my compliments to your muse!

[alanwgraham]

I think this is great because its all superb imagery and metaphor but its accessible.
Excellent.
Alan

[Lydia Shutter]

What a delightful metaphor here. The picture your words paint is a passionate one. You capture the "pleasure/pain" principle in a unique way here. Excellent work. Lydi**

[Revery]

Excellent write. The metaphor you use is more powerful than any other I've seen used for this, very intriguing.

[emmajoy]

What an incredible vision you write here, compelling, luring, watching that snake, mermerised .. and adoring.

[J]

wow. what a kindly tribute to your . . . muse. breath catching, metaphoric illusions. i must say, charles, when you find the groove, few can come close.

i love that she is at once poisonous and irresistible ~ what greater description of a vixen ...... i only "prey" her bite is sustainable.

truly stirring, inviting dance among the dunes ..... ;)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Her warm scent creates nocturnal desires..."

...what a line!