you may not have created electricity
but you control the sparks
you are a sketch on tan paper
a concept waiting to be completed
and i am a study
a converted basement
a rec room of agog
you are the inventor of desire
i am wood and nails
and you are the landscape
i am notion
a whimsical figure on the knickknack shelf
you are the ocean and the world of dreams
i am a world of condoms and you are glue
i am sandals with sox and white shorts
you are chocolate ice cream on a hot day
you are melting a drip that is rolling down my thigh
i am stained pants and breathing hard
i need a nap and you would be wonderful
to curl up to
and
you are in control
of that
you are quiet
quiet could mean so much
and you, the candle, continue to flicker