Poetry

Live Wire

“And my eyes.
My eyes take you in
and I feel like I’m attached
to a live wire.”

I wonder, darling, can you feel the electricity? That current that arcs back and forth between us? The kind of sparks that cannot be seen, but felt. I can feel them. They’re crackling between my fingertips. They’re buzzing through my lips. And my eyes. My eyes take you in and I feel like I’m attached to a live wire. And when your eyes meet mine, I feel like I’m flying. So tell me, do you feel it too?

© Sarah Doughty

Because I feel like
I’m going to float away.
And I can’t bear
to let you out of my sight.

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