the snake

Imaginary tale. What if…

            THE SNAKE

The sand dunes, the burning sun,
The wind rasps through my scales.
I curve my path, I ripple every day
Into the far horizon. Today,I flow
With the sand, attracted by the scent
Of your sweat-beaded skin,
Your gentle warmth, your misty breath.
Reflection of your fear, the mesmerizing
Force, drench through my eyes.
The paralyzing thought seals lips
From scream. I hiss your name
In my ancient tongues. Your blood,
In the valley of your neck,
Throbs into my belly. You still.
You tremble. You surrendered.