Sheherezade

Kate Rogers - Canada / Hong Kong

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.