The Switch Poem by Guy Northam

The Switch



It is not something we can help;
We have met,
And, virtually
Together we are virtually apart;
We wander the aether,
Its symbiotic whole;
The bars crackle.
We are spirits,
Caught in a caged passion.
The current passes through us
As you electrify.

Monday, February 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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