Love Poems

	Electron The wind would be my carrier wave And I would submit my words I'd have no need for the stale Piece of plastic strange to my ear Stranger to the immediate I'd know my pure thought would blow Cupid's blessings through your window Would rest upon vapid eyelids Not just the ambiguous words Eyes and smells and sculpture too I'd be e-mailing you all the time My nerves on fire, same message Same synaptic desperation I'd show you the soft collision Where our minds met wordless I would blow this air into you And within it's tongue of electric flame Arcing miles you'd feel me Like a blue touchpaper And my heart would crease like tissue Bending with the pain of kisses So that with each love-byte I'd bless The thoughtless millions of us Would mould our binary sex Deep into the lust of fingers © David Incoll 2001
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