Electric Bolts Poem by Louise Tredoux

Going so high, coming down was like floating
down softly, but being held to break the fall
on the ground, I dozed off, I think, nuzzling
woke me, adored softly, touched sweetly, be-
coming a wave myself, racked by lightning,
becoming the fury, the eye of the storm, ex-
periencing instinctual joy, feeling a rising of
exquisite sensations unknown before, en-
folded within something so loving, so good
and overpowering; trying to move upwards
and make my own waves, being moved from
outside without any say; breathing torturously,
burning fire in my throat; you set me on fire,
fiery waves spreading, a raw need for release,
an animal wanting you for what you do, a
new being, a bolt of lighting, electricity, sparks
everywhere, you are the fire, you are burning,
maelstrom turning, vortexes churning, breathing
stertorously, sudden fear, whispering, feeling
vibration - your voice getting deeper, losing
myself joyously in you, overpowered so good,
so good to give up everything, flying, spiraling
upwards until electric bolts rack all of life…