When Lightening Strikes

“Q’est ce qu’un tes basiers?...Une langue de feu”
“What is your kiss?...A lick of flame.”
--V. Hugo

It marks the black clouds;
floating on my back in the pool, watching.

The sharpness, the light and I’m breathless,
remembering that you spoke to me,

about groceries and dreaming.
I felt the sweat, sharp and quick,

It shocked me. Unexpected and unsure
of why or how, I knew that marking,

putting my hand in the flame,
sticking my head under water.