Fay Slimm.

Hypnotic

 

 

 

Hypnotic.

 

Oh silvery snake, the day
I stroked your
quivering throat, felt the
strong pulse
within muscular dryness,
hung your long
weight around shaking
scared shoulders,
stood while your carers
draped my hair
in your slithering mass
and when ears 
heard a whisper of hiss

I felt how hypnotic

my reptile experience.

I shall ever
recall the primitive aura
gilding your skin
with glint in cold eye yet
warmth of coat,
the closeness we shared
in those few
awesome moments until
as you quietly 
wriggled free I, breathing
again normally

felt the beguile instantly  

of sinuous beauty.