Current by Anna Piutti
Fibers, flesh. Electricity
transudes through a sigh.
Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core:
swooshing of curtains, temples like drums.
Hypnotic pulsations mark lines between dreams
and life, as time contracts in us.
And with the last loud blink of a light bulb,
the shadows withdraw, and kaleidoscopes convulse.
Copyright © 2005 Anna Piutti
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