Black roses and the snake in the Wetlands (an experiment combining a play and a poem)

 
(Lime light shines on the dancer
Standing alone on an empty stage corner
Costumed as a snake, whose
Heart is longing for true love;
Even as a snake longs for moisture
Twisting in the desert sand.  
 Suddenly his hope is sparked again
 Seeing the lush wetlands in the distance)
…
The dancer slithers
 towards the underbrush
 Where the sun is glowing softly
without the usual burn
 his tongue probes near the entrance
Seeking the comfort of moisture;
  desperately feverish is his skin    
Alas, beyond the matted grass
  There suddenly appears
An opening
Though dark and foreboding,
 with primordial boldness
  a cavernous place
he enters in   
meandering past  
   slippery partitions.     
Serendipitous, awakening  
 heighten sensations;         
 Electric chains of   
Constricting bliss,
 possessing 
…
(Limelight shines to  
where she stands)
   A vision
bathed in ethereal light
Holding black roses
in marble white hands
  offering him mystery words
Spoken too softly to be understood  
he sees only her lips moving,
 quivering   
    hallow bird songs reverberating           
 pleasantly perfuming           
Drawing him in
closer
 Her touch, her kiss
Two tangled wayward souls
 find solace   
…
 laying on the cool dry nest
snake skin shed
  placid in the afterglow
Bodies new, curled and spent
Eyes closing 
Drifting away to the memory factory….
 stowed, waiting to be awakened…someday

(fades the limelight)