Your kiss is like
my finger stuck
inside a circuit
outlet.
My arm hairs
stand in the air;
an electrical surge
runs through my
body.
The feeling just
might never quit;
Pulsing sensation
over every inch
of me.
The only way to
quit is to be
pushed away...

Nothing could
shift me now.

________________________

We'd fall asleep
and stay that way
all if we
truly could.

We'd quit our jobs
and run away
rogue and unnamed.

We'd lie awake
discussing all
the matters of
the world.

(Without shackles
on our minds...)

We'd be unbound,
if we could.

We'd also fly someday,
if God chose to give us
wings or we were no
longer confined by
gravity.

but for today
we must get paid,
and call ourselves
by our born names
sleepwalking and
daydreaming of
those days
when the world
will be our oyster
and we'll be
within the same bed.