NaPoWriMo 15/4/16: Writing By Lightning

Writing by lightning, I’m

Wishing that we could share

Smell of paraffin,

Heat of the flame.

 

Beloved, is your garden

Incandescent green

And is the rainfall

Drowning your roses too?

 

Are you alone, or is she with you?

Do your fingers drift along that icy arm,

Hiroshima blue, then white,

Then blind again?

 

Whisper and I will hear you.

Lamplight will relay you.

Tonight the very air

Is charged with you.