[today]Jul 7th, 2011 11:48:40 pm - Subscribe

the wind changes
shifting senses

dry summer heat
and now, late,
the storm arriving

these days spent
learning never to
expect anything,
fate altered

and restless air
is electric, my
signals crossed or
I'd have gone elsewhere

but you drew me -
inexplicable magnet -
chance transformed

wanting to reach
for you, a new path

just to know how
it'd feel, holding you

to discover if you'd
taste as I imagine
like the summer storm

these days I never
expect anything, only
wonder and hope
and feel the air shifting

something electric
in you pulls me in
signals crossing,
wires sparking

want you to see
I am here, open,
if your path changes

a quiet storm in
the summer twilight.

[I am]charged.