This morning,
upon waking
A different feeling was in the air
Something
was a-glow…but what?
A quick glance upon
The mirror
as I gazed upon my skin
It was shimmering with
Electricity
currents running,
thick and thin
up and down my body,
highlighting my passion
my most sensitive spots,
reverberating
turning delicate frequencies
into high voltage…
And every time
My thoughts slithered about
most alive,
like the bejeweled serpent
in a garden of lust,
of love
luscious
as orchards
of velvety fruit.
Thoughts
of your face
your touch
your skin upon mine….
A rush of sparks
igniting my spine.
I watched, as
all became alight,
My body a map
of countries,
gleaming into the night
of many tongues spoken,
of colors bursting in air,
of a melancholy broken
of the arc of a flare
I have become
a festival of lights.
The aurora borealis
drifting over me
like the rolling waves
of the most sensuous
explosion
ever