Poetry · Writing

Electric Love

Breaking all the rules

that I once held dear.

Streams of

something new

came through locked doors.

Freight trains turned on their backs

and I’ll feel

this new kind of love.

Flying through the wire

to find my positive

static to my shock

and it bites back.

A new kind of love

breaking the rules I held dear.

It captures thee body

nature takes hold

and we won’t hold the door.

I can’t explain it to everyone

just the ones that can’t either

and will be around the world

will send you a postcard.

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