electrified

your lips pressing lightly my lips, —

a fine pamper in the liquid condition,

wildish and sweetly, — like honey

your touches drip rain on my body

to purify it with an electrified solution

of your natural tonic, fire full of art

your thought plunging in my thought,

it's writing to me, frankly, all your love,

not to be read, but to meet us again