Wednesday, October 24, 2012


The snake curled around my arm is not jewelry.
Go ahead; touch it.

Oh dear. I should have warned you
that I sometimes give terrible advice.

Never mind. Let me suck out the venom,
even if never quite enough--

and if my lips taste bitter as I kiss you, darling,
I apologize.

Please, while there's still time,
be kind
by whispering me your forgiveness--
my love so saturnine.


TexWisGirl said...

wicked, wicked woman.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow. Every. Single. Day. You leave me speechless. Because there is no way to say brilliant and breathtaking seventeen million ways. And you just keep knocking them right out of the park.

hedgewitch said...

Loved the very underused word 'saturnine'--(ruled by Saturn, gloom and doom, or perhaps in this case just poisoned--)at the end, and the rhyme just made it more delicious. Yes, those who give us bad advice--on purpose, I fear, in this case--seem to expect forgiveness as a matter of course. Enjoyed the funky tune as well.

ayala said...

Love this!

Cloudia said...

you ARE a wicked Shay!

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Lynn said...

Love the tags to this. :)

Daryl said...

had to look up 'saturnine'


Shadow said...

to the dying breath...

Ella said...

This one was wicked good ;D

Mama Zen said...

Beautifully venomous!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

The famous last words of every unreliable narrator,

"Oh dear. I should have warned you
that I sometimes give terrible advice."

loved this, Mosk

Helen said...

.. Sherry said what I'm always thinking when I read 'Shay Poetry' .. there are not enough superlatives to describe your genius. Does it ever 'go to your head'??? Somehow I doubt it.

Anonymous said...

KILLER last line!

and great tune!