you are
a blinding light, coruscating
through the skies, explosive white
fire.
and I am
the heavy rumble that follows,
a trembling, echoing
boom.
I knew my place
(behind)
but you beckon me
you taunt me
you flash back
again and again
and again and again and
again and again and again and
a g a i n
until the crash
the clash
when we finally collide
the shock
twists my
insides
you are
a flare of chaos
you burn
anything you strike
and I
got so
caught up
in the rain
I didn’t even recognize
the tears
drowning my face.
what did I expect
three hundred million volts
to feel like?
Photo by Johannes Plenio
