Skyped

Electric charges flow through our bodies

Part of the life force

Animating our lives

 

When I see you on the screen

Miles away but as close as a kiss

Turbines roar

My grid heats up

Circuits fry

Fuses blow

Shorting technology

In a burst of charged feelings

 

Fade to black

For now

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2012

 

 

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