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