Arched In Still Wonder
In the room
a fist penetrates
the meling air.
A slender
long
line
is moving,
bent backwards,
arched in
still wonder
at its shimmying splendor
in the dark.
What could be as smooth,
as
slimy
smooth,
as
a
snake
wiggling
and
calling
in
the
night?
Copyright © Len Solo | Year Posted 2005
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