COOKING WITH ELECTRIC:

A snapshot of the night erupts in rolling thunder,
electric pink & yellow, rain as cruel as laughter.
Basted in sweat, wrapped in linen, cover our eyes,
the heat of the sun pours from our skin, sleep
disturbed by a chill wind through flung windows.
The night smells scientific, the morning, green &
open. The pressure dropped, the dance returned,
an invitation to lucid thought.

(K)