wraps herself around your heart,
don't
don't look
don't look at anybody else.
if a scorpion
curls her tail around your heart,
don't
don't love
don't love anybody else.
if a scorpion
has wrapped herself around your heart,
love
love like it
love like it's the last day you will see--
that's all
that's all that there may be--
love dangerous love
now that you've found it;
lucky heart
with the scorpion's tail wrapped 'round it.
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The first two lines...and the last two lines-kind of blends together. Interesting read...
ReplyDeleteI think that could be said of every woman... :)
ReplyDeleteNice vibe rhythm .. I have been missing you (and the rest of blogland) but I am catching up now that things are less nutzy
ReplyDeleteI had a scorpion on me once and it was NOT fun. Now I carry a can of scorpaway everywhere.
ReplyDeletexoxo
It reads as a song, Shay. Seems that this love might be fatal...
ReplyDeleteI love the way the lines move from shorter to an accelerated sense of urgency. But I am not brave: no scorpions around my heart - way too scary! Great writing, as always.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the repetition with growth and added detail. I always learn from your work, Shay. Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition, the sense of the words coiling like the scorpion's tale, like the tension and the pain and the emotion, strained down into the minimalist song-lyric-/chant-like lines.
ReplyDeleteThat little chickie is smokin on teh gi-tar, too.
Makes sense...right? So cool - you got style FB.
ReplyDeletereckless, non-safe, dangerous love...it's the best!
ReplyDeleteExcellent write, sounds like a wicked love to me!
ReplyDeleteI like this. I've had a scorpion around my heart lately.
ReplyDeleteSurrender to love even when it's dangerous, very thrilling.
ReplyDeleteThe guitarist is very good!
Damn, that little girl is good!
ReplyDeleteI really like the repetition, too.
if......
ReplyDeleteWorth jumping over to firefox to see the video (why is chrome not liking flash now? oh well...)
ReplyDeleteI'm diggin' the repetition of this, Shay. Speaks the kind of careful way in which one would be around a scorpion as well as the heart's pain and constriction of one's breath when held tight like that. Really great write!
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