Glow

The filament tells electricity
baby, you make me glow

and the bulb tells the filament
you light me up

and the tree tells the string of bulbs
I want you all over me

and the camera tells the tree
I love that look on you

and the photographer tells the camera
I want to hold you tight

and the art critic tells the photographer
beautiful composition, exquisite curves

and, later, the photographer tells
the art critic
baby, you make me glow