I’ve been storing my passions like solar panels
harnessing energy, converting urges
I’m ready for you
don’t know
if you’re ready for the ‘lights’ of me
I was many years in the shadows
until the spectrum generated by your proximity
burned away the blackness

I’m not quite myself
turning on and off as flippant as a switch
you are the only one
I can drink alone to in a darkened room
for now
bittersweet cocktails are a conduit
to your skin cells
I unload my impulses in liquified amber
swallowing the static burn

but
I can’t keep losing power like this
in fact, I’m quite sure
if I don’t take you by storm and soon
there’s not much time remaining
before my charged bolt fades
and I am forced to fumble back into
some dead fold

Warrior Lashes