I have fixed my make-up in a broken mirror.
For you,
I have done my nails a deep tar black.
When you speak my name,
I blush red like the steps to a Gypsy wagon--
A little higher each time,
And closer to my bed.
Because of you,
I would have to be handcuffed and buried at a crossroads beneath ten feet of rocks,
Excommunicated and set on fire,
Before I would stop writing these poems.
For you,
I turn my tongue to honey and wrap it around your name.
For you,
I wear a silver new moon against my heart;
When it goes full,
You will know by sense of touch, that it is yours.
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Wow to the Ow!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki
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ReplyDelete"When you speak my name,
ReplyDeleteI blush red like the steps to a Gypsy wagon," and "For you, I turn my tongue to honey and wrap it around your name."
Shay--you make a straight woman want to go "crooked," and you make men want to become women...if that meant we would get a poem like this written about us.
smiles...i blush a little higher, closer to my bed...hot...
ReplyDeletethis left me with a big smile
Whoever it is, I hope they deserve YOU.
ReplyDeleteScorching, not smoking hot. And wistful, and moody, and all the Shay things. No point in writing poetry at all if you can't write love poems--fortunately you're good to go with that.
ReplyDeleteWell, someone is very lucky.
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent.
That's lovely Shay.
ReplyDeleteYou've given me another pleasurable moment. To some others who will read your words you might give them a little more :-p.
ReplyDeleteI take pleasure on reading others' response to your lovely words.
Yowza! I want someone to write me a poem like this! Those third and fifth stanzas...I don't know whether to throw out my pen or my husband!
ReplyDeleteOoops, that's "in" not "on". "on" sounds so sexual :)
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that there is one very lucky and happy woman out there. It is one thing to be loved, but quite another to have someone express their love for you so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Perfection. SO so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteif someone would write words like this for me .. I would be ... over the moon
ReplyDeleteFucking awesome, Shay. And I want that necklace. The moon with a star has been *my* emblem since I was 14 years old. I have umpteen crescent moon necklaces and one tiny gold moon/star charm, but that one beats them all. Where did you get it? (If that's yours, or course). LOL! xo
ReplyDeleteOh . . . wow.
ReplyDelete"I blush red like the steps to a Gypsy wagon--"
That's amazing. The whole thing is amazing.
My my...this is steamy. "For you,
ReplyDeleteI turn my tongue to honey and wrap it around your name." Whoever the muse a hearty thank you should be issued for such a lovely write!
NO ONE writes poetry like yours, Shay, and NO ONE EVER has written love poems like yours!
ReplyDeletemelt-in-your-mouth good!
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