electric woman
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 19th, 1991 No Comments »
electric woman
Do you exist?
Pulsations of
your image
shrouded by your
hesitations
Vivid painting of a white withered angel
giving to a sea of fragrance
Beautiful Angel,
finite
it is you that is the stroker of hearts
the devoid
you are my fingertips
It is you Dancer,
it is you
Include me in your song
lead me past the silence into the
melee of your whispers
it is You.
electric
inviting
It has always been you.
