from a world away she
seeks it
she beckons
using any device at
her disposal to
bask in it to
feel the ever-so-familiar comfort she is
battering again and again against its
glass surface like so many gnats
at a neon racetrack

for its part it waits
it waits for the recharging that comes
in the form
of dreams alone
dreams of a time when
its silica
its hard candy
its amber
shell
can be shed
naked of its
ties
this beacon
this oasis
this trap

IT continues to use this
billboard
this tawdry placard
this buzzing, whining tube

no wonder that its rays
long to consume all that it warms
light has night vision goggles
light seeks its own
liquid and sappy and wanton

it dreams,
recharging itself
allowing clumsy glimpses
of she

it longs
to be free to mingle
with the surrounding oxygen
like arson
it longs
to be he

© Tom Watters  3/24/06