alternating sparks

electricity
has always called
to me
something in the
alternating
currents
reflected
something
broken inside of
me

i fluctuate
some days
all i see is
beauty
some days
all that exists is
ugly
dour
disenfranchised
disavowed
disassociated
disemboweled
by these thoughts

errant sparks
a recurring theme
like electricity
or my
broken
the pattern
calls to me
drowning
sparking
crying
screaming
oceans
storms

the wildflowers
in her smile
an anchor
tethering my
windsock form
to the mossy stone
of her
unimaginable
strength

shivers of
raw voltage
an electrical storm
coursing through
the coarseness
of an arcing
circuit
vacillating
between
beauty and ugly
her neon gaze
leading me
back to ground
her embrace
the only true
desire

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