The Electric Muse

She is the binary pulse of a carbon form
slightly smudged
the rivulet of electric relief you seek
at speeds so close to light
She is the child who knows
what the fathers have forgotten
or never had the patience to learn
She can teach you too
She'll don the mesozoic remnants of your vestigial fins
and waft you in cobalt waters
towards an evolutionary incline
For herself
she would not alter a follicle of your design
And that splinter shard from the treasure you hoard?
She'll work her way beneath your skin to find it
Hone its barb
For she can be a tool for you
balanced perfectly to fit the heft
of your soft palmed hand
She bears a new gold nib
for your favorite pen
She is the scent of you new born
The skin you shed to stand here on the hottest rock
In the midst of so much heat
she is the promise of another winter stillness
freon cold against your cheek
She is the dream that slips away into the ether
when sheets fall to the floor and you wake, naked
sooner than you might have wished
She is dancing in a gauze skirt
She flashes a thigh
She winks a slate blue eye
She is a synapse dance of wet wired release
your newly baudable bride


Jennifer Ley


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