Dirty, for a Whisper of Green -- A Collection of Poetry by Sasha Walker

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Subject: Dirty, for a Whisper of Green

Author:
Sasha

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Date Posted: 04:09:46 10/11/07 Thu

Dirty, for a Whisper of Green

Private dancer,
she moved willow-like
to bow low, in
sick breezes,
she never broke,
but she�d bend
to your
will
for a price�
oh, and there was always a price

you whispered green nothings
in her ear
and she swayed,
hating you,
silken-smooth
and pretty
just the way you like her

She seared herself
to your whimper flesh
of rain
so cold, the night,
on her bed of nails�
and all the while
she ached to go
all the way down,
below grass

She was yours, in ink,
for a time,
tattooed, to the dirty side
of dusk,
just another half peeled
temptress,
dead on the inside

and she waited for
that stroke
of inner midnight
when innocence would return
to the inside of eyes
and thighs�
bloodied
and bruised,
but open for business

She bled
as women do,
betrayal
soaked the sheets
all night long,
and smirked back in its
�I told you so�
voice

She wept
from the throbbing hollow
of night,
still aflame
from the language
of swords
as she rode you
all the way
home
for a whisper of green

her woman darkness
smelled of you,
and stung
from the opinions
you thrust
deep and hard,
just to drive home, your point

her response was beautiful
each word
fell
as liquid fire.
and she made you stand up
in her presence,
and beg for more words

but like all who came
before you,
you spat obscenities
in her mouth
till she was sick
all over her good linen

set alight by the neon sign she wore
on her heart, that said

�there were
no gentlemen here�

� Sasha �06

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[> Subject: Re: Dirty, for a Whisper of Green
Author: amy (in love with this poem) [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:24:07 12/28/07 Fri I love LOVE LOVE this poem sasha, my fav lines are "all over her good linen" and "there were no gentlemen here". Love ya sister! Amy [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: Dirty, for a Whisper of Green
Author: Sasha [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:17:31 01/06/08 Sun ((((((((Ames)))))))) what a wonderful surprise! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this piece love ya lots, girlie girl kiwi hugs Sash xx . [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Dirty, for a Whisper of Green
Author: andy [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 22:58:43 01/11/08 Fri never get enough of this one Sash! just letting you know I was here! andy [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: Dirty, for a Whisper of Green
Author: Sasha [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 20:30:09 01/12/08 Sat ((((((Andz)))))) I'm raising my glass to you, dear one you rock the M3!!!!!!!!! I love that you stopped by, hon kiwi hugs Sash xx . [ Post a Reply to This Message ]