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

EJR ©