My hair
floating as though in water
This charge
This alien charge
Puts a buzzing
ringing in my ears
This tongue of mine
is it made of copper?
No, this is not rain
pouring down my brow
this is it.
In a flash, I'm struck
pierced to the ground
And yet
Over me you stand
arm extended
While warm rays
caress my now scarred skin
In this summer morning
you dab my forehead
Gently with a damp cloth
you say you're sorry
That you never meant to hit me
but I'm oh so glad you did
Please,
never let this dream end.