Electricity
Poetry is the plug
to my outlet.
It completes my circuit.
Energy whirrs within me,
Waiting to have release.
Between us,
there is tension,
this spark.
That's too danerous for anyone.
I can't have anyone touch me,
because it's there.
It hurts them everytime they
believe they think they can touch it.
Believeing it wouldn't hurt them.
But it does, I do.
So the plug keeps
that fiery spark
from hurting anyone.
And all is right in the world.
I am happy for this plug.
It completes me.