An electric wetness tingles at the tips
of toes, pointed as the tips of me
tighten and clench...
     I try to focus on the sensations
my naked self easily distracted - I need
a mental picture to freeze into memory
a snapshot of me getting snatched up
     but I collapse on my back I relinquish
my hopes are high as the rest of my skin
beginning to rise in temperature
ears and face and pool of sweat on my chest
     all I can begin to hold on to
are the bed covers in my grip and feeling
so many feelings in places I did not know
existed, and how it all finally made a splash
     in the end - could not help but let go...
building up some soft inertia of skin in flux
rubbing these flints to spark this fire
that releases like liquid lightning
     and briefly the high feels divine to keep afloat
while I lay quiet to the world--just a ghost
this is the first time -- having felt alive,
"when I grow up I want to be (how it feels now like)"
     "The sky"...