Electricity - A Poem

The chillness of the autumn air fills my veins,

Sending electric shivers down my spine,

With a dance of life’s joy across my skin -

Freeing me at the hand of liberty.

Twinkling stars remind me of my place:

A brief wisp of light in the darkness,

A blur of sweet memories of my youth,

Soothing my mortal state with such beauty.

Fayre nights with friends surrounded by neon,

Drinking in fields with other rebels -

The rush of teenage revolt I hold close,

Making my temporary fate worthwhile.

Now, the electricity of your lips

Grace me once again with that same sweet buzz.

- N.L.B. 25/10/2020