longing for Lightning...

for all the poems I have wrote

words I haven't written

fantasies I have spoke

one's that remain hidden

of diving in your depths
decked under the drapes of darkness

brightened by bolts of breaths

an arc every place I kiss

unchaining ecstasy
cauterizing complexity

in a instance of infinity
imprinted with your energy

slurping the song of sparks
from your syrinx
letting lightning link

inside of me

deciphering your diary
in the eye of your typhoon

mottled by tears of the moon
my conductors seeking lightning
rifts stimulate raining, ripening

as my poems made of paper expire
into flesh feathered from fire...