Lightning

Falling in love is like 

being struck by lightning. 

Sure, it hurts at first, 

squeezes you closed 

so tightly that your muscles 

will burn with the memory, 

overpowers all of your senses 

so that all you can hear, 

smell, 

taste, 

see 

is that face, 

this face, 

(YOUR face) 

burned across your eyelids, 

leaves your hair singed 

and every nerve ending 

standing at attention, 

but darling, 

what a story we will tell, 

of the lightning that struck, 

not just once

not even twice, 

but the quicksilver awakening 

each time we fell in love.