Open Poetry #1 |
Electric Souls |
Leigh Anne Junior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 48Scottsboro, AL USA |
Papers fall from my desk, My desk teeters on the edge of the cosmos, and I commit each word to fire. I burn! For you I burn! ALl night I write in suns across the page I fuel the bosy, the body, that from your touch, is now the body electric, with midnight oil. I write with neon enthusiasm across the air. |
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