Photoelectric In The Night

Let that red dress swing
Trumpets twirl its rays of light
Radiant on metallic things
Photoelectric in the night

Power surge the cold air
Heat of body’s passion
Even if you are not there
Your presence cannot pass on

The red dress solders my mind
Memories ancient time machine
Launched into the sky, flyin’
This fever needs no vaccine


Todays best new poem was written by Z. Michael Snyder.


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