Electricity
When we touch, it's there
Metal and live wire.
Sparks fly from your eyes to mine.
A touch, by accident or deliberate.
I shiver as my blood runs hot.
Electricity is there, we both know.
We must be careful though
Before we ignite a fire
Which consumes us both.
April 20, 1985
Copyright © Laura Spears | Year Posted 2010
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