Rachel Hart Poet Free verse

Felt In Rushes

eye contact
          sun on soil (pupils suddenly dilate) hair
          stands on end / electric current /
          melting the frozen veins-
                                   pleasure is
                                    observed.
you excite me
          entertain me delighten me frighten me /
          scientists testing ecs for the very first
          time- what's this? 
                                   my eyes are in
                                     my fingers.
thrill seeking
          chance meeting, pretended fate. take
          my tongue between your teeth &
          let me grow you (at a rapid rate!)
                                            sit,
                                         good boy.
sun set
          with the darkness comes the flight of
          the light / happy waving hand at once 
          lowers all fingers but one- 
                                      like you 
                                  deserve respect.

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