In that lift ascending
electricity…
In that hotel bedroom
electricity…
In our empty office
electricity…
On that leather sofa
electricity…
On the last train home
electricity…
In my en-suite bathroom
electricity…
In the work-place kitchen
electricity…
In the tips of your fingers
electricity…
In the palm of my hands
electricity…
In the peeling off our clothes
electricity…
As I push my tongue to yours
electricity…
As your body wraps tight around me
electricity…
In the heat of your molten curves
electricity…
But in our conversation
…
And in our hopes and values
…
In our tastes beyond flesh
…
And in our sense of humour
…
We have nothing else to share
but this electricity
We have nothing else in us
but this electricity…
[2009]
Thanks for reading.
Very cool!
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Thanks, glad you liked. A very old poem, but it just about works 🙂
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Mind you don’t short circuit……apart from this minor issue a well thought out piece….
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Thanks Don and don’t worry, I’m fully earthed these days…
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Glad you’ve installed an earth leakage switch…you just never know…
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Love this so much! The IG teaser brought me here and I knew it wouldn’t disappoint x
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Thanks! 😀 This was one of those throw-away poems I just filed away but I came across it the other day and thought it actually worked quite. I remember being frustrated at the time that all we had was electricity – and now I do nothing but long for it 😂
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Don’t we all..? X
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