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?
