Talking Heads
we couldn't
find where the
striking lightning
had hit
since it
finds the
height of
the highest
being best and
you and i see
eye to eye
no higher
then the
other
kite
asking if we
can decide
the survival
of love
by rubbing
rapidly the
two of us
to try to
create
a spark
an ember
from one of
each
of our
members
i have wood
you pubic
tinder
surely together
in a primitive
position we
can
ignite
burning
down
the
house
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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