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.
_______
wicked, wicked woman.
ReplyDeleteWow. 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.
ReplyDeleteLoved 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.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
ReplyDeleteyou ARE a wicked Shay!
ReplyDeleteWarm Aloha from Honolulu
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Love the tags to this. :)
ReplyDeletehad to look up 'saturnine'
ReplyDeletelove
to the dying breath...
ReplyDeleteThis one was wicked good ;D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully venomous!
ReplyDeleteThe famous last words of every unreliable narrator,
ReplyDelete"Oh dear. I should have warned you
that I sometimes give terrible advice."
loved this, Mosk
.. 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.
ReplyDeleteKILLER last line!
ReplyDeleteand great tune!
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