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.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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