Electric

Her hand reaches out for mine
Her long slender fingers clasping
Palms scraping
Her flesh squeezes mine
More intimate than a kiss
Are your hands, my love
I think, with a shiver of glee
That races up the nerves
From my palm
The quiver takes my spine
And shakes it like a leaf
In the laughing wind
The touch of her palm
Reaches my eyes
A teardrop lies
Unclaimed
Behind the lid
As behind that again
Within the dark depths of my skull
A brain stands still
As lightning flies
Each synapse fries
In a sudden declaration of love.