Shawn L. Bird

Following the model by Sarah Kay- Love letter between a toothbrush and a bicycle tire–

Here is a love poem between a light bulb  and  a  paper fan, by me

.

.

With a flick of your curves,

you turn me on.

With the rhythm of that modest arc

flowing

to and fro

to and fro

to and fro

I glow with passion

hot

and round.

I long for you to

wrap your

accordion folds

around me.

Fanny,

you make me want

to channel my heat

to bake a cake

to celebrate

your slender curve,

your snapping

flapping

virve.

.

Oh bulby,

you light up my life.

Against you, I’m a

transparent frame.

I wish

I could really

open myself to you,

but bulb,

I must cool your incandescent ardor

because

if I get too close 

I will burn.

You will leave me

scorched

and smoking.

Oh yes.

I can see right through you.

You’re not on fire;

our love is a

filament of your imagination.

I’ll wave a fond farewell

but be assured bulby,

you’ll leave an

after image.