Current

 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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