|Written by Shawn Roske|
|Thursday, 28 May 2009 19:00|
A slow flirtation brings these words to you,
each thought dying into form,
meeting your eye into transformation,
that eternal casting into emptiness,
and meaning passes synapse to synapse--
my heart advancing a dream through fingers and mentality.
Cascading fire burning electric on the screen,
what difference our screen of mind,
and she is there behind our static--
signal to noise irrelevant before beloved.
Passion may be spent for a short time,
refraction period between a pause,
yet behind she is there calling us,
calling us to love and regain from meaninglessness--
O come ecstatic flirtation!
On Twitter: @shawnroske
On Wordpress: poetryproject2009.wordpress.