Wednesday, 1 December 2010
I'm Static Electric
I burn, a lamp fluorescent.
I turn, wind up,
The mechanics of you.
I’m the spark,
Of which poets write.
Nylon carpets and Bakelite
Brushing against you in a crowded malls
I’m static electric, the handshake of love.
This poetry lark is becoming a bit silly now. I've only gone and won the Writing Magazine 'One Word Challenge Poetry Competit...
Gone Dark is delighted to have Tara Fox Hall over to discuss her new book, Taken for His Own , book #4 in her paranormal romantic drama...