he had time
to notice
as the serpent
continued
in a
serial
circumnavigation
of him
that it seemed
to wish
to
need
to touch him
with
every
part
of its body
and it was
only
when the last
the least
tip
of its tail
embraced him
that it
began
slowly
to squeeze
~
Poem #477 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Oooo… Ssssircling. đŸ˜€
This poem needs the ability to be printed in a circle.
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Coils on coils. Could work!
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