trip the light fantastic
an electric charge
runs through her veins
her body on the edge
when you ruffle her hair
before bidding goodnight
and yielding her to the
phantoms of the dark
you notice she turns towards
you her eyes say nothing
but on her lips play a twitch
a lyric waiting to be heard
when you run your fingers
gently across her cheek
you notice eruptions
on her skin
a riot of alphabets
in a hurry to compose
interludes after another
till it all falls into
a mellifluous strain
when you glare down
her girlish breasts
you see atmospherics
where verse is being nurtured
when you touch her inner thigh
you notice a swell and feel the heat
the beginnings of a latent song
an inner muse waiting to rupture
her body is tripping
bursting poetry
(25 January 2004)
