Electricity

There is only ever silence at first,
the air a calm, eery coolness, it
pulls bodies closer by instinct,
it stiffens the senses,
it makes fingers curl.

You wonder,
for a moment,
if you could become
addicted to it,
all of that
pleasurable purpose.

The tip of a nose meets
the blade of a shoulder
and they share a whisper,

‘because you’re my person.’

– B.

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