Sun and Moon 3
at midnight Serpent slithers through
a gap in the fence of my dream
he slides close to my shivering body
and lies there chill against my skin
his length – a sword without a scabbard
unscaleable wall of unblemished steel
severing all warmth
“Tomorrow,” he says, “I will take you to the sky.
But first, you must watch me dance.”
he twists in circles winding and unwinding
infinite loops and figures of eight
endless cat’s cradle of bottomless shape
sleep draws my feet deeper into quicksand
the night wind whispers me a head full of dreams
Haunting and a bit seductive…
I really do love the whole book, Roger!
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I’ll put the whole poem up, segment by segment. That should give m some breathing space while I wok on a couple of other issues. I am so glad you like it Tanya, and thank you for the review.
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My pleasure!
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