Tuesday, April 09, 2013

She, of the Light


She, of the Light

if visible, they would sparkle
and coil like a double-helix
extending in all directions
but somehow all ending
between she and me
and the space
that separates us
would taste like
powdered sugar
and I could feel the
current flow
from me to her
it always hurts
and I never want it to end
it’s the purest addiction
this connection, this sensory-
transcendent affection
for this woman of the
light, accompanied by
electric piano chords
that whisper repeatedly
my intentions
towards her radiance



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