Pobjie Poetry Month Day 15 Title Courtesy of @shellity

Electricity

The sparks from your fingers
Crackling blue, fizz-full of you
Short-fuse the gloom and light up this room
For a moment we spark together
And if we then pull apart
And go down our own roads
We know we'll come back in the soft velvet black
And light up the room
Cos it's never goodbye
Just a break to recharge
Till you bring back the sparks
The lightning that shimmies when your hands reach for mine

The flow and the charge
Current sticking hairs on end
A heart-starting jolt and a blazing field of electromagnetic attraction
And defiance of science is getting us nowhere
We've got to give in to this voltage within
That mundane magic of switches
That lights up the houses and lights up our faces
When we turn each other on

I'll keep myself earthed
Though it's hard to keep feet on the ground
When I hear that crackling sound
When I see those sparks flying
From your fingers in the night, the exploding white-bright
The lightning that shimmies when your hands reach for mine