The Touch of the Snake

Snake watch


“Don’t touch me, I’m full of snakes.”
― Jack Kerouac


The sense of being touched,

slithers along,

the fine strands

of our skin,

bringing with it

the scales of the song,

that the one who is touching us

is singing.


Vibrations of silent sound,

snaking waves

of emotion,

feeling to find

a way in,

 to wrap itself around

our heart,

and bask in the warmth



Watch out,

for once you let

someone in,

your skin becomes

their skin,

and their twisting touch

can bring

a shedding


serpentine tears.


“Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…”
“It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


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