Turning
Hello.
I say this to the image
of you that lingers in my thots
remains there
waiting
and then it starts again
you smile
& a hundred-thousand nerves
tingle
to your vibration
I look into your eyes
& the shock waves turn this me
into an electrical cylinder
I stop
all movement stops
and every fiber listens
Copyright 2005 njTare
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