Electricity

My Dear,

You are lightning
on the wind.
Electricity
rolling in the clouds
and I can smell you
in the air.

You are hanging
poised in the storm
charged and holding
breathless
in the calming
of waters
and hanging

before the poles collide
hot against the cold
and the winds begin
twisting on the ocean
to bring all your water
to the land.

And the poles collide
hot on the cold
and the winds begin
twisting again
to bring all your water
to the land.