Practice Problems

The brutal wind is numb 
To crafting truces.
Is this wire
Spraying sparks into the gusts?
I didn't mean to start that type of fire.
I prayed this voltage found a live connection
In your powered eyes.

I've backed important circuitry
Into some favorable positions
Playing a naivety at first.
Today,
I'm bored with futile fusing,
Forcing juice through
Shorted cabling
And patching cords.

I want to swallow hot
Your animated energy
Until you blow,
To snatch that active current 
Crackling through
Your wicked bursting smile.

- 11/20/25

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