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