Fay Slimm.






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

I felt hypnotic

first reptile experience.

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

knew instant beguile of 

sinuous beauty.