“We are such stuff…”

Rambings of an obsessive dreamer.

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Filed under: News — t on January 17, 2009

Electric

Like grounded lines; 110 kV
Across this space
Humming
Across the time
Pulsing
Moving fast and
hot
Can’t seem to ignore
Patterned to match
WiAnVtEaLnEgNlGeTdHS
Moving in to
Illuminate
to
Combust
to
Fill

so [breathe] electric

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Shhhhh…

I bet if you wrote to me you could open me,
Shhhhh…
Open me wide with verbs and nouns,
And then,
Caress me with adjectives.

I bet if you told me your secrets you could get into me,
Shhhhh…
Crawl inside my head and sleep,
And then,
Tempt me with images.

I bet if you whispered against my skin you could hold me,
Shhhhh…
Kiss across my warm neck and sigh,
And then,
Warm me with dreams.

I bet if you verse for me you could read me,
Shhhhh…
Stanza me to shudders with description and lies,
And then,
Poem me with climaxes.

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You Spoke

All was quiet,
Then - -

You spoke in my rhythm
“I was drawn”
and I like the way you rhyme
“You touched me”
I can’t imagine how,
“Without trying, is how…”
And I want to know…how you…
Fit

You flow with my metaphor,
“Can you navigate?”
With the stars and instinct,
“I trust your hands on the wheel”
If yours reach to cover them,
“The universe is unwavering”
But I believe we can take it…
On



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