Every Holy Electric Jolt



I want to watch your expression
painted with pleasure,
as your body moves over mine,
pushing further and further
along that hard edge of self-control
— until you explode into
a billion tiny points of neon light.
I want to see every shudder
and every holy electric jolt
written in your eyes.
I want to catch every part
of you as you float back
to earth like the bits and pieces
of last night’s fireworks.
I want to hold you until you
knit yourself together again.