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.

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