The Sleeping Snake Poem by Subrata Ray

The Sleeping Snake.
Ever ready to rise and react,
From the den of dark instinct,
Through eye and touch,
The installed strings,
You sleeping Snake awake,
And functions the chemistry.
The condensed primeval,
From your libidinal forest,
Sets sail to find a mate,
And your Dumb jumps,
To the kinesthetic bed .

Never had you love,
Nor do you care to know,
What its divine bliss is,
But for procreative poignancy,
You only display your blind wish,