Thursday, October 14, 2010

Fritter Shack

There's a half door
On the back
Of the shack where I make
Corn dogs
Fritters
And all such like as that,
But I'm thinking on
When you come on
And make her take three steps back
Then bend low down
And bow to the crowd
While your hand strokes the deep brown side of her neck...

You are a barrel racer
And I am a taster
Of all that comes back bubbling golden,
And they love us
Each in our own way
Until it is time for closing.
You know that
When you wear that
Pearl snap shirt half open
I can't half think
On nothing but the
Sweet
Skin
At the base of your throat,
And oh,
Oh,
Baby,
Come on in my fritter shack
Make me take
Three steps back;
You know, when you look at me like that
My heart already has
One knee to the ground;
And when you trace your fingers around my ear,
I'm desperate to feel your palm
Alongside my throat
I almost disappear
Like smoke
For sheer desire and want of you, my darling girl.

For a few moments,
We lean together,
Then we're gone like blazes,
Hell for leather
Barrel racers,
Confection makers,
Two as one
Gone hot in the half light of the
After-closing
Melting gorgeous
Setting summer sun.

_________

for magpie 36

30 comments:

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

oh yeah...I want fries with that
and a cigarette.

Christ, Shay :)

Rene

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers! All that AND a fritter??? GREAT poem. Whoa.

Gio said...

That's hot!
Well done.

Cloudia said...

crunchy fried lovin`



yum



Warm Aloha from Waikiki

Comfort Spiral
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Riot Kitty said...

Nice! And makes me hungry. Not for corn dogs though.

TALON said...

Reads like a song, Shay.

"My heart already has
One knee to the ground;" - those lines jumped out at me. Such awesome imagery!

Deborah said...

Oooh ... I love it!!

willow said...

Half door, half shirt, half light...and oo-la-la!

Berowne said...

"I almost disappear like smoke."
Very good writing.

Eric Alder said...

This one's a dandy, Shay!

Jinksy said...

You never fail to make a visit worthwhile. :)

Lynn said...

You have quite the imagination, I must say. I can just see the atmosphere you write of.

Martin H. said...

"..You know, when you look at me like that
My heart already has
One knee to the ground.." I imagine the other one was a little weak, too! Great post.

signed...bkm said...

You have made corn dog and a fritter shack - a magical place to know the summer...nice write...bkm

Helen said...

Extraordinary ....

Kristen Haskell said...

Ah can I get a martini and a cigarette, too? That was so erotic, I love it!

Titanium said...

*low whistle of appreciation*

Smokin' hot, Shay. Just. Smokin'.

Scarlet Ily said...

Is it hot in here or is it just Shay? ;)

Caty said...

this was awesome how you brought the two together as one (after closing). Loved it :)

kathew said...

smokin'! wowee

La Belette Rouge said...

That oil sizzles with delicious possibility: heat and batter makes everything better. :-)
xoxo

gautami tripathy said...

Up in the smoke...

fortune tellers

kathi harris said...

Wow!Wow!Wow! It's hot in here!

Brian Miller said...

make me take 3 steps back...nice sensual piece shay...

Templeton's fury said...

somehow you made fritters hot. now im horny AND hungry.

ellen abbott said...

It reads like lyrics to a song. where's the music?

C.M. Jackson said...

my my said the spider to the fly...hot,hot,hot magpie!

Mama Zen said...

Waaaay hot!

Suz said...

holy moly!
pass the ciggies

joanny said...

provocative and sensual magpie tale,,,, nice write for sure..
Cheers,
joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/