Entry: x Sunday, March 22, 2009

my fingers dance
along this thought
across these keys
into a forest of wires
up through
code dappled leaves
to fly
a slashing, jagged
lightning path
charged and drawn

'cross maps
into area codes unknown

to pool once more
condensed to seep
from liquid crystal pores
as glow and bent letters
in form of words
that steal
through unlocked eyes
trailing down your spine
to dance again
as fingers and thought
against secret skin...


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