your beautiful face

Here's one of my favourites from within the pictured 1994/5 collection ...

... a short poem by Lavinia Greenlaw:


Electricity
 
The night you called to tell me
that the unevenness between the days
is as simple as meeting or not meeting,
I was thinking about electricity -
how at no point on a circuit
can power diminish or accumulate,
how you also need a lack of balance
for energy to be released. Trust it.
Once, being held like that,
no edge, no end and no beginning,
I could not tell our actions apart:
if it was you who lifted my head to the light,
if it was I who said how much I wanted
to look at your face. Your beautiful face.

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Lavinia Greenlaw (1962 - )

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