Sunday, January 8, 2012

A Slip Of The Tongue

I was slack-jawed, sleeping,
Dreaming of fences, birds, festival,
Discarded saints and elevated gypsies,

When my tongue slipped out of my mouth
And went straight to you.

It said things, glorious things, bold things,
And it did things, too;
Things that brought it home lolling, full of itself,
Trailing cats and canaries like confetti.

From that time on,
Though my tongue is back, my control over it is gone.
It whispers to me when I am
Slack-jawed, sleeping, dreaming of waterfalls, blooming arbors, suns burning in the faces of rivers...

The power of my tongue compels me,
And I go straight to you.

I say things angels envy;
I do things the damned haven't thought to try.
My tongue declares you devil's food,
And leaves us to our own devise.
_______

13 comments:

Mama Zen said...

"I do things the damned haven't thought to try."

I love that!

hedgewitch said...

Loose lips may sink ships, but tongues like this surely will float that boat instead. I love that whole first stanza--'elevated gypsies, indeed...'suns burning in the face of rivers' is also memorable and beautiful, and I'll stop there because I could say similar stuff about almost every line.

Scarlet said...

The power of the tongue..."slipped out of my mouth and went straight to you..." (like it has a mind of its own). Well, apparently it does!

Sioux said...

"It said things, glorious things, bold things,
And it did things, too;
Things that brought it home lolling, full of itself,
Trailing cats and canaries like confetti."

What a gorgeous, powerful image. It makes naughty quite nice to contemplate...

TALON said...

Loved this, Shay. A slip of the tongue has never been so powerfully charged.

Kerry O'Connor said...

When I think of all the words left unspoken and deeds undone, I can only applaud the proactive attitude of the speaker in this poem. Brava.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers. "dreaming of waterfalls, blooming arbors, suns burning in the faces of rivers...." Sigh. Fantastic poetry!

Brian Miller said...

you ever hear the song slip of the tongue by faster pussycat? it was a late eighties hair band song...it popped in my head as i read this...oh that tongue gets so full of itself...smiles...hot write shay

Kim Nelson said...

The best attributes Here, in my opinion? The pride, the power, both claimed. No shame. It's a proclamation.

Mary said...

Last stanza is so VERY strong! Follow that tongue.

Shawna said...

I love this repeated line:

"I was slack-jawed, sleeping,"

And, bam, this is ... well, it leaves me speechless:

"I say things angels envy;
I do things the damned haven't thought to try.
My tongue declares you devil's food,
And leaves us to our own devise."

~Shawna
(rosemarymint.wordpress.com)

myheartslovesongs said...

hot, mama!

{putting my tongue back in my mouth}

nene said...

One of the ones I like best. Damn, they just keep coming. You make me feel almost like a polygamist in that I can't choose which one I love best(smile).