Woman

I am laced with broken

wires that spark

just beneath my skin--they

burn little black stars

amidst my charred freckles

and my speech

is electrical smoke:

         for I am both woman

         and dragon.

 

My heart screams with high

voltage, pumping electrons

through my lightning-scribed body.

 

I pulse for you, through

each mundane maestrom of a

minute--you, who shocked

me with the current of life.

 

and now, I am

charged with luminescence.

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

sharply contoured! An excellent choice of words. You hit the readers with thought-provoking imagery! Great work!

a far-cry from my Woman!
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