Electricity

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.

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Tom

"Art is a lie that tells the truth"

8 thoughts on “Electricity”

    1. 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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