II (The Unborn Woman)

(a poem based on a dream)

In slippery caves,
careening down
as on a water slide,
I found myself racing toward
an unknown destination.
I was naked and getting aroused.
Images of lovers
flashed through my mind,
beautiful,
naked,
serpentine,
with glittering, gem-like scales,
deep iridescent
greens and
reds and
blues.
Golden eyes
with slitted serpent pupils,
hooded and unblinking lids.
Wide cobra mouths,
fangs gleaming
with the most delightful poisons.
Yet also,
at the same time,
human women
offering sensuous caress,
embrace,
an intertwining
of sinuous human flesh.
This was the careening,
the endless overflowing
of love for the unborn woman.