Lineman

 

 

The song in the wires

 

We lay entangled

Throats dry as lime kilns

Fathomless emotions

Pressing on our forms

Physically spent

But minds electric

Charged beyond capacity

Like a new and illicit love that

Burns through a telephone line

No taint of guilt

No dirty shame

We are birds on wires

Humming notes on the wind

A perfect two part harmony

Our song of belonging.

 

 

Β©2017

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