Tinkering with a Tesla coil in a metal room full of rain
it was your eyes that held the rays burning
laser -etched scars  on my flesh 
permanent traces of places your fingertips visited 
electric maps leading to hidden valleys where you dove deep  
burying solid blue heat 
melting myself into the images surrounding me

We harness the danger into one joined unit
the two of us
the conductor the current
transfers of passionate words whispered within seconds as
light fills the room exploding the darkness
we are raw power.

Nikki Lockhart

Photo by Frank Cone on

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