Ec-Static
Leaving the wash we tumble,
Dry onto the bed.
Smelling of roses.
Lingering tension fizzles between us,
We rub together.
Hair stands on end.
Tiny lighting and a painful prick,
Ecstatic discharge.
After interference.
Returning to earth with a zap.
Senses short circuit.
Calm after the storm.
About the Creator
N J Delmas
I lean towards the darker side of fiction and poetry. I love folk lore, fairy tales, ghosts and witches, often giving old themes a new twist. I have published with several magazines and am in the process of writing a dark YA fiction.
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