by Patrick Doyle
Liberal Arts – English Major
For months my battery
was depleted; I couldn’t
keep a charge. None of
the days’ monotony could
bring even a spark.
Then you came along.
My fingers reached forward
to hold you, to love you,
and then it happened!
It felt like walking on air,
buzzing with a sensory overload.
body tanks need to power
I don’t walk in half-powered
waltz, I now skip through
fields of static hovercraft, thanks to
yr currents of love and affection.
I feel alive and this life provides
love back onto you.
Sometimes my supercharge leads to
overwrought circuitry, but those days
will now be regulated so I may give you the symphony
you deserve, beautiful thunder.