When I look at you
You send shivers
No – sparks.
The air is charged with them
Dense.
I can feel just how much of it
is between us –
(always too much)
And I want more than anything
To cross it –
Wade through the ions
to you.
To only stop when my lips
Meet yours
(the only way I have found
to get rid of the air)
and you take my breath away.