Snake Charmer

Suture my sculling lips
And keep me close stifling
To your cinched contours
In a woven bassinet
But don't divulge
The similarity of the redolence
It had from my casket
And eloquently play your flute
Like a spruce golden bard
With your lips of yarn
Kissing the cold tubes
To transmit the music
That should enthuse
My physiology to submit
Into following your motions
Touting the repletion
Half-blinded,
Full-hearted,
Without a hiss
Tinker my insides
To play your abject game
And give you a spectacle
Of a quaint fancy
In the veneers of grandiosity
For a pouncing, flouncing show
And I will be your floundering shadow
Casting you a sobriquet
Yes, I shall digress
In such a derisory place
But nary a promise
From your lounging fingers
To make me believe
In the euphonious blarneys
Of your mendaciloquence
Just fondle me enough
In an esoteric tease
As how the moon entice
The swelling of the sea
And I will not resist
Until I coil back
Into the bleak
Arms of darkness.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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