charged
on the surface
it hovers in periphery
never in full sight
in daylight
asks questions vague,
rhetorical
never yes or no
always may and might
it hums in gap between the states
of sleep and wake
of here and there
unveils dreams true
more of ‘em fake
creeps into silence
roots in prayers
it flickers on your skin and under
fills the air
and swallows wind
right before the light and thunder
erupts in sinner’s mind
it grins
takes your sight and common sense
it crawls up your spine
surrenders you
when shadows stretch
at solstice night
fern flower glows
eyes can lie
mistakes fully justified
it crackles at your fingertips
that land on skin
imperfect
bare
trails bottom edge
of piled up skirt
joint breaths
composers of the fireworks
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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