kiss me hard, see if I'm not.
Ain't no peace in the graveyard, babe--
onliest choice is dance or rot.
My scent's like leaves, like rain near dusk--
chase that scent like the wolf pack does.
Squeeze my throat with a soft sure hand--
Gypsy heart at your command.
______
i'm first? i'm first!!! yayayayayay!
ReplyDelete"onliest choice is dance or rot."
someone's been hangin' out with Coal! {smile}
ADORE this!
♥
dance, sweetheart, dance!
ReplyDeleteAs is almost always the case with you and me, Shay, I was initially dense and you were--from the very start--way-too-clever. Your rhyme scheme was seamless. It snuck up on me, because I was lost in your words and your images.
ReplyDeleteJeezle! There's lots of times I'm not too fond of you. ;)
Now that's the way to start a friday!
ReplyDeleteThe opening and closing lines would've been poem aplenty but what the hell, let's feast!
And, oh yeah, baby! As long as we have life, let's frikken chew that bitch to the bone.
~rick
"onliest choice is dance or rot" Amen to that. This is a kickin' line. "Onliest" totally makes it.
ReplyDelete"My scent's like leaves, like rain near dusk--
chase that scent like the wolf pack does." This is gorgeous. Too soft for most humans to even notice, but the ones who do are driven crazy by it.
"Squeeze my throat with a soft sure hand" :)
I love it when you write gypsy poems.
spooky but i kinda liked it. :)
ReplyDeleteOnliest .. i do believe you just added to my lexicon!
ReplyDeletesuch cool and subtle words/verse
Even in my current fog this is a glowing little candleflame of awesome. And you know I love it when you rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI crawled here from my death-bed to read a little gypsy poetry...and this was very like a bite of chilli chocolate.
ReplyDeleteImpeccable. Especially love "gypsy heart at your command."
ReplyDeleteWonderful - this is perfectly your voice- as if you could use anyone else's.
ReplyDeleteOh. Hell. Yeah.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Shay.
ReplyDeleteyep. again, love.
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