Tuesday, September 27, 2011

La Loba Habla

Let me in.
Let me in now, in the morning,
While the early autumn chill has frosted your blabbermouthed busybody neighbors' lips shut.

All right,
Go ahead, play it coy.
Spread out on the musty cushions of the old glider.
Wear last night's gauzy white dress that loves your skin as if it were whipped cream on coffee.
Throw your man's red-checked hunting jacket around your shoulders.
Pretend to read that sin-black bible of yours,
All the while with your finger to your lips
Like a saloon whore.

I can wait.
I'm a glacier, stopped at the picket fence.
I'm a pair of eyes and a set of teeth.
You know I'm here.

Let me in.
Let me in now, before virtuousness sours you.
The dance goes like this:
You set down that bible,
I raise my eyes,
You raise the rifle.
In that moment, sweet honey, I know one thing:
One of us
Is never gonna be the same.
_____

for dverse OLN 11

40 comments:

Miss `Chievous said...

"Wear last night's gauzy white dress that loves your skin as if it were whipped cream on coffee." -Love it.

haikulovesongs said...

oooooh!

"pretending to read that sin-black bible of yours,"

i wonder who's gonna win? {wicked grin}

LOVE this, Shay! ♥

Caty said...

"While the early autumn chill has frosted your blabbermouthed busybody neighbors' lips shut." That line made me laugh out loud for real! this was so many things (all good, of course) and I loved it :)

Daryl said...

The tension is palpable ... black as sin ... like a saloon whore .. oh the imagery

Brian Miller said...

oh i think you might give that neighbor something to talk about...pow

hedgewitch said...

Neither one of you will be the same, I'm thinkin. Rich imagery here, and the cadence is potent and punches through the more complex pictures of lacy dresses,sin-black bibles and glaciers stopped at the picket fence.The "Let me in" refrain reminded me of all the devil's creatures that have to be asked in through the open door of the heart.Fine and intense writing here.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness, this is wonderful! "I'm a glacier, stopped at the picket fence. I'm a pair of eyes and a set of teeth." The last stanza has so much tension, and the words "sweet honey" really pop. Amazing , breathtaking stunning writing. Wow.

chromapoesy.com said...

That she-wolf speaks in some very seductive language. As an aside I once tried to put a giant black wolf that I thought (initially, idiot girl that I was) was a dog into my station wagon (now I drive a MINI, harder to shove wolves into). When it got close enough to sniff my hand I looked in its eyes. That wolf didn't need to be rescued or anything else from me. A shivering encounter with the 'other', I loved it! I'll go read your story of parthenogenesis :).

Lynn said...

wow - this was cool!

Helen said...

I chuckled through the entire poem .... your poems are begging to be set to music.

Hannah Stephenson said...

Your poem is a stealthy predator, Shay.

I also have to add---the picture at the top of your blog is so lovely!

mac said...

But, whatcha gonna do when you get in?

blueoran said...

Ok, Mizz Shimmies With Wolves, this is pure wilderness appetite, fangs faintly gleaming in the Etruscan smile, ready for the kill ... The singleness of purpose of this predator is complete, and the moment at the crossroads -- there just beyond the last safe light of suburbia -- hangs perfect in the balance. Woof.-Brendan

Anthony Desmond said...

Wonderful poem.. & great ending..btw I like your blog; it looks very nice.

Natasha said...

Girl...you are fierce! And keep getting more so, the more I read! I thought your end here brilliant...you are my OLN hero!

ayala said...

...that loves your skin as if it were whipped cream or coffee...I love it!

Claudia said...

this is dangerously beautiful...

Mary said...

OMG, I so love the ending........and wonder who!(Wink.)

John Allen Richter said...

Your poetry is always so intense and verbal...... I love how you played the "sin black bible" right to that unexpected end... A great journey!

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Love the animal in the picture, you have an interesting way of expressing your self.refreashing

lori said...

I'm sure I've said this before, but you have such an original voice. It makes visiting such a pleasure. Excellent ending, too :)

Sioux said...

"...as if it were whipped cream on coffee." Such a seductive, gorgeous phrase, Shay.

Ed Pilolla said...

damn right. i like a good showdown.

Laurie Kolp said...

Love the ending!

Louise said...

Such a lyrical voice to your poetry...they just ooze! Gonna pour you that cider now ;)

Mama Zen said...

This made me hold my breath as I read. Wow!

Joanne Elliott said...

This pulled me in. Sweet dichotomy. Great write!

Mark Kerstetter said...

You've got that wolf bitch's voice down - stellar (I'm like a damn dear in its headlights) - now, let's see you write her voice, the one on the porch with her nose in the bible.

Ann Grenier said...

The wolf-woman at sweet honey's gate: independent feminist vs the dependent 1950s June Cleaver type. Aside from the surface interest, spark of the poem, the underlying philosophy is a defining issue of our century. Wonderful.

HermanTurnip said...

Way back when, when I was in the military, I used to smoke cigarettes called "Black Death". Ah...those were the good ole' days...

Ann LeFlore said...

I think you are right one of you will never be the same who will win that is the question on this one.
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/27/addiction-to-solitaire/#comment-1201

Heaven said...

Love your voice.. you sure know what you want to say, straight from your lips. Enjoyed these lines:

Pretend to read that sin-black bible of yours,
All the while with your finger to your lips
Like a saloon whore.

manicddaily said...

Very very funny and sharp.

Sheila Moore said...

hot tense descriptive scene with a surprise ending and I love me some wolf - awesome tale! (no pun intended -lol)

Lynne said...

Great imagery here.. Good poetry requires movement, and you succeeded..

A very good poem..much enjoyed

Lolamouse said...

¡Muy erótica, chica! ¡Me gusta mucho!

Randy Behavior said...

Going to your blog is like opening a box delivered by the brown clad UPS man. Its gonna be good, but a thousand things could be in there. I toy with myself and don't open it right away.

Scarily close to home, this one. For each of us, probably the wolf is different. (ah and the synchronistic whip cream was noted)

joanna said...

This piece is all teeth and temptation!

"You raise the rifle. ...
One of us/ Is never gonna be the same."

I love it!

James Rainsford said...

Visiting here is always a joy, and enlightening experience. You write with intelligence and the ability to surprise and engage me. Thank you. James.

Joseph Hesch said...

You drew me in right from the get-go and then that ending! Blew me away like a thirty ought six (.30-06).