unearth -- RWP minichallenge II

this is how it happens
static in a closed room
an electrical hum

I open my hand
sparks escape from my palm, crackling
like petting a cat in the dark

you reach out & touch my face
a cradle, a caress
it's warm there, where our skins meet

   

unearth -- RWP minichallenge I

   poetry mini-challenge