He’s dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

*chorus
DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Touch of fear, scent of musk just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Seeing what I want for the first time,
Fear so overwhelming, it’s feeling like a crime…
Dancing now he’s closer, his eyes say mine,

He’s dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Touch of fear, scent of musk just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

How to let him know what I’m all about?
Want him so bad that I’ll scream and shout,
How do I let him know what I’m about?

Being dangerous!
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
So ****, so *** me just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Leather, chains and ropes there can be no doubt,
Eyes and hands on me has he figured out?
Put your collar on me that’s what I’m about,

Oh dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Living a fantasy I must be,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Yeah, dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

…just a little, just a little…

A Dangerous Place

Not new; the world
A risky place:
Too many schools of thought;
Their base defective.
Schools, which in themselves are seeking
Thought that knows thought’s ever-rules.

Kipling’s twain which never meet;
Krishna’s castes all separate;
Towers fall on Babel Street.
Not new.

Impossibility out there:
Worlds of danger everywhere;
Dangers that we can’t escape
Except by staying put
Content with parsnips.

A Dangerous Place 5.9.2004 Our Times, Our Culture; Birth, Death & In Between; Arlene Corwin
          A Dangerous Place #2

Two thousand four come/gone.
Two eighteen still anonymous.
Am I apocalyptic?  
World the warmest since…forever.
Messiurs Putin, Trump and every nuclear dictator,
Arsenals as big as ever.

What we were afraid of then
Is now in multiples.
Viruses that won’t give up,
Fighting each development.
Small to middling large eruptions
Under, over, on the surface.
Coverings and dryings up;
Methane gas, folk that pass
Leaving matches in the grass;
Flarings unintentional.
My old bones susceptible
To substances and circumstance they never knew.
Nature duping us.
Boo hoo? Or ballyhoo?
Is there something new awaiting?
Something generating happiness,
Content with standing-stillness? Wellness?
Who can tell,
Things being as they are:
Not fine, with every sign
An indication
That we’re going in the wrong direction.  
Sorry!

A Dangerous Place #2 2.1.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin

there is no need
to throw grenades
at me; when I am
already a living,
ticking timebomb

i look into your
light blue eyes
and travel in deep
to this unknown universe
carved by your soul

i wander down
the lanes of your sorrow
down the roads of regret
and i take it all in
learn your mines by heart
tattoo the blueprints to my heart

i pick out
the tiny precious stones
that lay hidden on your mines
hold them in my hand
carry them in my heart

i travel down
all the way to the bottom
of your dangerous mine
any second now
and the earth will come
falling down on me
crashing me and my dreams

but i can’t help
wandering down
your danger mines