Electricity Poem by Melissa Hurst

Electricity



The pain,
no longer a pus
that can be extracted.

Tis a vine
that grows 'round my heart
and smothers violently.

The face I can only caress
by an electrical square
brings a bittersweet comfort.

Like vinegar and like a sweet fruit,
how can it be more unbearable?
Once elusive and now property,
I must not trespass that property.

How I ache to break the law
and take the possession,
to push it to exciting heights
and drown it in depths
that would sway a hardened heart.

The shoulders glisten in this box,
but does not compare
to their appearance in the flesh.
I kiss them and feel their static.

The emitting current from the lips whilst in a separate state are similar,
shocking and burning me within.
The ache is not abolished,
but charged and ripe for eternity.

How I wish to be above its town,
coming in to land
and greeted with its electroshock.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Fuzan 17 May 2014

Melissa A beautifully written poem. Keep it up

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Sarwar Chowdhury 21 September 2008

wow! electricity of love, fine expression! .....................10

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