whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ONE WHITE ROSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON ARCHEANASSA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |