Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightning

sealed in a glass jar,
fumbling about,
nowhere to go.

Exhausted, we conducted ourselves
with a slight curve of enthusiasm,
sprung to life with the slightest touch.

Electric currents twirled forward, then back,
sparks igniting beneath our toes.
Traces of where we’d been crackled,
sizzled in a flash against the dark spot of glass.

We were irresponsible in the abundance of each other,
the glass soon stained by soot,
purified by the euphoria of what came to be known as climactic.

Every taste,
every passion,
soon exploiting what came to be known as each other.

We polluted ourselves with one another,
becoming the overcast beneath the top of the sealed jar,
surrounded by absolute dark

the way I saw the universe in her eyes,
laying beneath the night sky,
surrounded by acres of thought,
vast in length,
breathless in wonder.

A jolt of vibration quivered in my heart.