From me to you,
I want to be your sun
your palm in palm of a handshake
your lightning strike,
-an electric shock,
full of surprise;
transposed and clear,
far away from earth;
I want a degree in machinery
interpose this little chip
between you and me, to
not turn feeble
cacooned
with the dampest touch
-I want
pink smog of happiness,
orange through sunlight.
