Electrical Spikes

Excited is mild
Compared to
Butterflies wild
Fluttering through
Cascading and
Ricocheting off
The inside walls
Of my incarnate
Shell.

If it were
At all possible,
Once melted,
My giggling heart
Would not
Be babbling
To a frenzied boil
For tomorrow
My love flies from
Her magickal misted
Lands, only to fall
Into me,
Physically
Spiritually
And
Speechless,
I too, fall
And fallen
Anew.

Shhhhh,
I listen for
Her breathing.