In the dark
I hear the suffle
of dancer’s feet.
I see lightning
I feel thunder
and rising heat.
I feel a tremble
a premonition
I can’t explain
there’ll be doom
there’ll be destruction
and lovely pain.
Big mean man
put your fingers
on my wrist.
Big mean man
what I most fear
I can’t resist.
Big mean man
be big
and mean to me.
draws comics
I won't bite. Much.
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I've got it coming to me.
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Shona. In Focus. 
Grrrrrowl….
He sounds like just the tonic for you.
Love your steady roll here.
These are amazing poems within poems.
Really vivid and alive, Shona. Good to see you back!
He soundsblike he “means” business
Love your hustle, love your grind!
A rumbly, tumbly classic!
This has a gritty, greasy allure to it, yes indeed.
I can get my teeth into this!
oooooh – send him my way 🙂
No. You’d pamper him and turn him into a housecat!
At your service… 🙂
You are back in business, girl.
If I am I am undercharging.
your verse is beautiful with a brilliance all its own. please share more with me soon. tony
I feel it, in my bones
A recognition, ‘aha’ knowing
Familial ties familiar binding
To them
And we remain caged