whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
un poema excelente. muy bien escrito y pensado.
un poema excelente. muy bien escrito y pensado.
This is a great poem. there is so much imagery. “telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate” is like saying that there is electrical tape on the wires that are the feelings that they have for each other. “then with your toung remove the tape” is like saying remove the hesitation, fear and uncertainty that we might have about each other.
I think you are exactly right… people never look into the person to see how great they really are they look at the color of there skin. Racisim is still going on and should be stopped!!!!!!
Im am a white 14 yr old!!
Now you are 29 years old. Wow
Excellent poem for people who understand. Short and simple as well. Depicts true understanding.