into the eye (of the serpent)

the serpent
lifts its head

I draw back
against my will

I don’t want
that tongue
to taste me

the air
is a treachery

carries me
on the breeze

and soon …

soon …

I am swaying

bending

soon …

soon …

I am deep
in serpent eyes

it has found me

I have no wings
to fly

I have no legs
to run

I am the ripple
etched
across the sands

and soon …

soon …

I am swaying

into a stony eye

a stony serpent eye

I need no wings
to fly

I need no legs
to run

the tongue
flickers

~

Poem #441 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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