Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Current


Fibers,
flesh. Electricity

transudes through a
sigh.

Sun-bordered clouds migrate from
your eyes to my core:

swooshing of curtains, temples
like drums.

Hypnotic pulsations mark lines
between dreams

and life, as
time contracts in us.

And with the last loud blink
of a light bulb,

shadows withdraw,
and kaleidoscopes convulse.


Copyright © 2005 Anna Piutti


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