Submissions by N-ice

I was observed
in a "Po" light pose
where dimness seemed so nice
where consonants were apostrophied
and solace came to shoes
where tightness failed to compliment
any bottle on the shelf

As she got on her tip toes
Something danced up in the air.
Lightnin' touched her with his nose
Thunder played up there.
These electric surges feel
They are charging with gold veins
But the statement will reveal
What was bought is what remains.
The bending wires and fuses
That are now taking place
Are more than simple ruses
Sending smiles across a face.
They are a neon paradise
Where glass chances will suffice.
The colors are so vivid
And just look at what they trace
Their edges may be rigid
But their "N's" are outer...