Snake dance

You, gliding, my, in half,

Into my house a snake did crawl.

You crawl, you coil into a ball,

Filling the house with love, enthralled.

My chamber in the midnight deep,

And by your spell enchanted, steeped,

I, like a madman, only gaze

Upon the gleam in scale arrays.

Upon the smooth scales' rustling sound,

Upon your serpent beauty, crowned.

Upon the dance of passion, love,

Upon your movements, all thereof.

You crawl, across the floor, you glide,

Me, to yourself, yourself my guide.

Enchanting me with your own form,

Your serpent beauty, wild and warm.

And by your spell enchanted, bound,

I am no longer my own, found.

You, venomous one, mine, my own,

My mistress—you, the serpent shown.

The queen of female beauty's grace,

You, priestess of love's warm embrace.

Enchanting me within the night,

In patterns of scales ringing bright.

And in that dance of love they twine,

Your two arms, golden, serpentine.

Playing the castanets' bright ring,

Your ballet gaze does madness bring.

And rustle of the ringing scales,

The veil's smooth circles, soft travails.

And youthful beauty, fresh and bright,

Circles of naked belly's light.

And head spins round, at once, a blur,

From belly's wild, convulsive stir.

You draw with belly circles, round,

Goddess of sex and love, profound.

You penetrated at midnight my home,

Rotating with your naked dome.

Playing the castanets' bright chime,

And, contemplating your dance, sublime.

I, to come to my senses, could not,

To see you at my feet, forgot,

When into my chamber you crawled,

In the beautiful belly dance, enthralled.

When you crawled into my chamber's space.

Stepping across the threshold's place.

Bite me, snake, now, quickly, do,

You queen among the snakes, so true.

And in that dance, loving me, dear,

Coiling those legs of mine, held near,

And I, with my masculine mind,

In love's fatal delirium, blind.

Not hearing my own pleading cry,

Became a victim of beauty, high.

When, those fangs of yours did pierce,

Deep into my leg's flesh, fierce.

I to cry out, just managed in night,

Instantly, perishing from love's light.

Kiselev A. A.

09.19.2016