A Hiss in the NightA Poem by Dale Pavolko
In an opiate dream of Zanzibar
she moves in sinuous measures. Her partner for this dance as sinuous as she a python from a tale of Indian sorcery. A lover once of not so supple form he thought by guile to steal what was not meant for him to wield. It was with savage sorrow she so spared him death. Now orchestrated moans are all that hiss upon his breath. He writhes in dull delight an ornament of infinite sighs. He slides his caress through feverish flame of night and spends his days drenched in drowsy scents of a dying opiate glow. And he dreams he dreams he is yet a man. © 2011 Dale Pavolko |
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