De-fuse? by Darren Swift
Do you love me?
Shields in place, tools ready,
steady hands open, reveal,
Lay bare that which should not be seen
Do you love me?
The inner workings are intricate, delicate;
wound tight around the central core
the wires trace invisible patterns.
Do you love me?
A timer ticks, theres always a limit
to what needs to be done;
fingers probe the spaces behind.
Do you love me?
There is no more time, choices
must be made. Red? Blue?
Red? Blue? The cut is made
The blue wire falls away
I do not love you anymore
03/10/2008 Posted on 03/10/2008 Copyright © 2024 Darren Swift
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/08 at 03:43 PM ooooh, I like the whole direction of this, the insistent question, the "fingers probe the spaces behind", and the cut wire choice. |
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/10/08 at 06:31 PM It's like de-fusing a bomb or something...nice! MFS |
Posted by Becca Kinser on 03/10/08 at 11:39 PM Wow...we've all felt this before, no? ...Very nicely done. :] |
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