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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