You fiercely ignite my synaptic core,
making my heart stammer wild, erratic
when your fingers dance about and explore
my skin, the friction creating static.
Bioelectric impulses rush from
head to fingers to toes, when your lips press
tight against mine, forcing me to become
shaky, a quivering love possessed mess.
Our bodies entwine, a toe curling dance
of transmissions from brain to nerves to heart.
Time slows down, exposing love’s wide expanse,
the landscape held us captive from the start.
Unquestionable, the passion we share,
extraordinary, beautiful, and rare.
A sonnet dedicated to my husband, Dan