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Dune Snake
CMM (04-07-1955 / Oak Harbor, WA)

Dune Snake

Poem By C. Michael Miller

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.

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Comments (2)

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