August 31, 2012

poem 298 of a poem a day for 2012

9 volt sister

I am licking
the battery’s
electric spit
from the diodes
and when I get full
of brighter ideas
I’ll sit and spin
some thread that
Rumpelstiltskin might
have taken from
the tendril cling of dreams
on the night air
so that all
your connections
to me are gold
and you know
if I told you
any more
I’d have to be
like Merlin and raise
a first born
but given that
I just want to please you
I will lay down
by your side
and watch the Dawn
through the window
cover you in the gold
I just spun
so that every word
you might say
when you awake
is eaten
by a smile


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