Monday, January 8, 2018

Dirt

What's under the dirt
in the garden by the moon-gray shed?
What's under the bloom 
and the petal walls in my head?

Dangerous, it's dangerous
hooker red and high like this.

What's under the beat
in the heart of a summer night?
What's under your skin
where ravens go blackly bright?

Dangerous, it's dangerous
hooker red and high like this.

What's under your smile
curved with fearless faint regret?
What's under our tongues
gone dawn dissolve and yet....

Dangerous, it's dangerous 
hooker red and high like this.

Dangerous, it's dangerous
Yes.
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14 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

LOL, love your label, "dare to post umprompted". There are such beautiful visuals in this poem: the "moon-gray shed", the "petal walls in my head", and the ravens going "blackly bright". Sigh. "It's dangerous hooker red and high like this" - but high on life is the best high there is. In awe, upon reading, as usual.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This made me sing on the inside. What an amazing lyrical piece. Beautiful images, Shay.

said...

Exactly what I wanted. I think the answer to all those questions is "Yes." ~Often the most dangerous and exhilarating thing of all.

Thank you for writing such a "dirty" poem.

Thotpurge said...

So lyrical! And what can be better than "blackly bright"!!!

angie reinspired said...

i suppose growth is always a lil dangerous. but she ain't dirty. she's just bright right

Brendan MacOdrum said...

She rhymes, and so evilly! Such dirts sound like thirst. A dangerous music. Such precarious heels. Amen.

hedgewitch said...

There's something both deadly and harmonious about this, every word glowing, every image translucent with meaning...you are writing at the top of your form these days Shay--a joy, albeit a dangerous one, to read.

Magaly Guerrero said...

In my head, this was read by a woman dressed to kill, lips the color of fresh blood, a lethal weapon in her hand, a grin on her face... She recites the poem while gliding towards a listener... That smile never leaves her face...

Rommy said...

I can just see the satisfaction on the face of the one who indulges their curiosity by investigating this dangerous delight further. Sometimes we just have to know - even if we know that full knowing is a dangerous endeavor.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Reads like music, as a good poem should.
What indeed is under the dirt, behind a smile, in our heads?

annell said...

You ask questions, that possibly have no answers, or perhaps the answers change by the moment?

Mama Zen said...

"hooker red and high like this"

I love that repetition.

brudberg said...

Danger... this is what we crave, but seldom seek (at least if you have survived being teenager)

Susie Clevenger said...

Sexy, powerful, walking the danger line all hooker red and high...Whew!