I was going through a notebook that I''ve nearly finished up and came across this poem from just about a year ago exactly. It is exactly what I look for in a poem: it's concise, yet comfortably charismatic. It's important for even a short poem to have some kind of dynamic range. So, here, in all it's glory, is "electric."
is there anything more beautiful
than a woman reading?
the drapes softly undulating
with the room's respiration.
she turns a page ---
lips pursed in thoughtful anticipation ---
undresses her arms
bringing the open book to eye level
the air still,