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.
