I am snake charmer. Lure the dangerous
reptile from his basket in the market place.
He bobs and sways in time to my drum
and drools milky venom as I swivel my hips,
beckon with my cobra arms. The scent
of honey and cinnamon lingers in my wake.
Follow its trail to my bed. I will
intertwine
tales told in gossamer whispers
and velvet moans as shadows gyrate
in flickering candle light. I need your
gaze:
it makes me real. Wait on the edge
with me as our legs tremble. I will shake
my gauze draped hips and my girdle of coins,
tinkling like chimes licked by a breeze.
You will beg for release but there is no
climax
to this tale. Only the present moment
and a hunger for tomorrow.