two a.m. and lightning-struck.
contours of my hips in your hands leave traces where
you've traveled, got the marks to show for where my legs
spread and your hands leave branches from the epicenter
of our warmth.
do you get it now,
i'm conductive. electric sparks go from neck to back
head to toe lips to groin and the center of attraction is
wherever you decend for i seek to draw you in at every pore.
this is why we go together.
we can make the world shake with our bodies. We
are art in motion, a reaction, contradiction.
(she just isn't the solution.)
