Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
You provoke thoughts best left untouched
Unshaken, unstirred, unblushed
Left Chaste.
No chemistry. No teasing me. No repartee.
You stay. Over there. Away. Have care.
Then in comes your tide and the surge, the arise
And I’m left awash, though I try and I try
Not to capsize;
While you test my limits, wholly unaware.
One two three. A. B. C. All my ciphers lay bare.
You keep that bourbon high on its shelf
We both know I enjoy myself
Too much.
Well. Maybe just a little taste
To savor. Then right back to chaste.
You spin me like a centrifuge
Left dizzy but not quite bruised
Not yet.
You sizzle my senses to the marrow and pith
I’m tangoed. Enthralled. Tongue tied words to be smithed
I’ll weave them all!
No. No. Too enthusiastic. Far too intense.
This is out of my wheelhouse, I’m not making sense
Succubus on my shoulder: “Take the chance! Take the chance!”
Angel on the other side: “…but he don’t even dance?”
No. Not even a step.
So much discipline working against me
Perhaps that’s best. To simply avoid the sea and the jubilee.
I tremble like the walls of Jericho
Remind myself
There’s no promise of tomorrow
Just enjoy. Just delight. Just soak in the smiles.
While they last. And in the meanwhile…
You keep that bourbon high on its shelf
We both know I enjoy myself
Too much.
Well. Maybe just a little taste
To savor. Then right back to chaste.
You spin me like a centrifuge
Left dizzy but not quite bruised
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.