Tuesday Poem: "frisson"

I’d forgotten the electricity

like the heightened ritual

of courtship dance

between two elaborately plumaged birds

it’s poetry without the punctuation

it's animal but with sophistication

it's intellectual but draped with stimulation

and in the end it doesn't rhyme

Yes, I'd forgotten the electricity

but also never forgotten

and words are servants too clumsy

to serve the feeling awakened meeting you again

deep sorrow has assailed you

yet still your skin looks like ivory silk

and your eyes hold me like an idea of heaven

I wanted to kiss you full on the mouth

but who could stop at one?