by Adam Sifre
I will take my satisfaction later,
after you are restored.
For now I am done with moving,
and I will rest my mouth here,
Don't disturb my lazy adventure,
I beg you.
Let me rest my weary hands here,
You are charged, electric.
You are tension and need,
but I am molasses, floating in amber.
So let me rest my weary body here;