Neon Conversation





You flash your teeth at me

to tell me you’re switched on.


There’s a light in your eyes

Of electric pink and blue.


Sweet neon conversation:

I love you, baby. 


Flash and glitter, roll and

blipper me to you

on your painted dial

fizzog me, neo rougelight

till I go on/off/on/off/on, and 

stay that way for you.


My electric love, see my reflection of 

your sharp blaze of unreal hues;

refuse to be plain,

but please be rapt

when you come all over me

in the glare.

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