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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