You sit down at my table and the air around us changes immediately.
A palpable charge, the energy shifts; infused with electricity.
Our eyes fix on each other’s, and I have to look away.
I’m unnerved by what I think I see.

Have you ever been caught out in a storm by surprise?
A gust of wind, a hint of danger; yet you feel energized.
You run your hand down my back and lightning courses through me.
Something about you intrigues as something in me comes alive.

Your voice radiates down to some secret untouched place,
My pulse quickens and I can feel the heat rise to my face.
We don’t just talk, we connect;
tethered by an invisible silver thread.
And I thank the universe for this gift, for her grace.

-Jennifer Cusumano