C. Michael Miller

Dune Snake

She is a like cinnamon-scented dune beneath me.
Moonlight caresses her with mysterious shadows that
hold euphoric promise... her warm scent
creating nocturnal desires.

She is like a sidewinder sliding
across the desert mosaic...
a sensuous dance, shifting and churning,
constantly moving... challenging...

I dance with her now... her venom coursing
through me... entranced.
I reach out for the scent and comfort of her
warm dune, moving through her shadows...
getting lost in them... hoping never to be found.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 9, 2005

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  • Malgorzata Mika (9/12/2007 7:11:00 AM)

    Wahnt a vivid, fluently-written describtion of a woman! The use of imaginary and soothing similies is the core of this poem. They create a charming atmosphere of peace, beauty and desire that hide a dormant element that is about to burts...

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  • Charles Chaim Wax (11/9/2005 7:45:00 AM)

    a rich compelling vivid
    use of words
    right there in the scent
    of her soul
    a really fine poem

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