Seeing You
It’s like lightning
A hot tingle on my fingertips
The sweet cut of ozone in my nose
The creeping tension of hairs raising
A blaze of molten white on the horizon
And the rumble in the dark
The earth vibrating to meet it
It’s like lightning
A hot tingle on my fingertips
The sweet cut of ozone in my nose
The creeping tension of hairs raising
A blaze of molten white on the horizon
And the rumble in the dark
The earth vibrating to meet it