Elise Skidmore

When their lips touched, 
it was soft,
tender as a new bruise,
a fragile thing
that neither was sure of.
Yet for all its fragility,
they felt the spark,
like a bolt of lightning
that lit up the night sky,
striking every nerve
until they were consumed,
a pile of electrified ash
tossed into the starry night sky.

Elise Skidmore ©2023