Snake Eyes


Amid drifty oblivion sighs
and the soft enveloping stupor
of the trance, a dance of shadows
and dim light twist and intertwine
in a slow-motion ballet of skin desire,
of mesmeric stares, yawns at high noon,
an insinuating flute tune, languid sensuality,
lazy passion rising to the enchantment’s drone,
the simmering siren song of that endless longing,
wanting the end of all wanting, all desperate yearning,
craving the death of desire: to just let go and disappear.

Ah, but who can shake such a serpentine seduction
when even choice is but a fiction of the sultry charm?

Who can take the bait and not be eaten too,
pay the price, toss the dice and not come up

Snake Eyes!

Despite everything we’ve read and said,
this drug of me and mine is so entrancing,
the quintessential opiate of delusion dancing,
and who really wants to awaken from that
snakebite poison’s poignant promise
embedded in its lulling refrain:

“Come on, let me take you there –
where all you want is waiting . . .”



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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