Neon Awakening
it's not unlike
the fluorescent light in my kitchen
which is faulty
it flickers on and off
that's what it's like just now to write again
my muse... like Cinderella waking
eyelids fluttering
taking you up hands and embrace
we begin dancing awkwardly together
like candlelight and darkness
I am the incandescence and you
the ink
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2020
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