Electrified - Poem by Rik Bertrand
It all started with tingling in my toes and fingers,
A feeling to this day that seems to linger.
The first touch, as I brushed by you in the hall,
Sent static electricity through me, and I felt the call.
Every gentle touch or nudge, electrified my senses,
And I would walk by and bump her under false pretenses.
It was a drug, I was addicted; she was luring temptation
But, with my shy heart there was no true relation,
Years go by, and loss of memory overrides all,
But every once in a while I felt an electrical call.
Feelings will rage in side my newly charged heart
And I would feel a love that was torn apart.
And then, as if spirits we sensing my loss,
The electrical charge is sparked and love is embossed.
With the massive static, and my viens filled with fuel,
I found myself, in an electrical duel.
But love overcomes and the charge is reversed,
And no longer is this true love cursed.
I still feel the spark, and I my toes still do tingle,
But now with my true love, I can forever intermingle
REB (MARCH 2012) depending on the volts, it can hurt, but if you get use to it, its heaven.
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