Poetry is the plug 

to my outlet.

It completes my circuit.

Energy whirrs within me, 

Waiting to have release.


Between us,

there is tension,

this spark.

That's too danerous for anyone.

I can't have anyone touch me,

because it's there. 

It hurts them everytime they

believe they think they can touch it.

Believeing it wouldn't hurt them.

But it does, I do.


So the plug keeps 

that fiery spark 

from hurting anyone. 

And all is right in the world.


I am happy for this plug. 

It completes me.



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