Electrical Storms

If you touch me

here, there,

from my neck ~

to the palm of my hand ~

to my earlobe ~

and every blessed mile

of the sacred land ~

then you know

how alive I am.

 

The summer storm

electrifying the sky

with cracks of power

and fierce thunderings

is so near

to my own skin

your life is spared

in the moments of touch.

 

 

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