"electromagnet" poems
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If I possessed all the riches of the earth
I would lay them at your feet,
just to see you smile.
When your lips part,
revealing your resplendent mirth,
all else fades into darkness
in comparison to your luminosity.
Like a ten thousand volt electromagnet
this iron body is dragged unresisting to you.
It is almost a sin,
no it is a sin to block that smile
with my own light consuming lips.
So I sin
again and again,
I cannot stop.
So total and absolute
is the power of your smile.
Your lips are the closest thing
to heaven
that this blackhearted sinner can ever hope to experience.
As our mouths connect
I can feel the bold white radiance fill my body.
It is impossible to believe
that life holds a purer pleasure than this.
If it does I don't need it.
All the riches of the earth cannot compare
to your lips.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.
It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.
It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.
It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.
It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.
It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
my sacred
electromagnet
pulses white light
then vanishes into black
strobing me blind
as fragile fingers feel
along walls for doors
stumbling over furniture
wick flickering
flame dance
amid changeling winds
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,
her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low
her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers
the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears
when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles
her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor
the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on
and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC