Waxing Quixotic[POETRY]

Before Lightening

That pulsing feeling down below
when "something wicked this way comes"—
That is the feel. The light before
the sound, the theory before the relativity.
In your touch, your kiss, I am reborn
out of nothingness into revelation.
All of this, human nature: the motions,
the sounds, the tastes, bare. We are
embodied in our bodies and suited
to become one as I take you in and you
breathe me out