She smelled of ozone
the musk of a lightning bolt—
her neon smile flashed
the answer to his question;
“yes my love, we’re electric.”
© Nancy Botta, 2018
She smelled of ozone
the musk of a lightning bolt—
her neon smile flashed
the answer to his question;
“yes my love, we’re electric.”
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
This literally brought fire to my veins!! 😁Love this!!
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Notes O think in Amber about this theme.
Succinct and received via a lightning conductor. Chris T.
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Love the pic and the words. You touched into the different senses, creating an experience and with just a few words, bravo and delicious 🙂 🙂
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Brilliant and clever! I’ve enjoyed reading your perspectives. Thanks for sharing! ~Kelsey 😃
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This is very clever writing.
“You indeed are electric”.
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Wow! I want her number! And I’m happily celibate!
Would that many more poems have this kind of grab and power.
Well done. Exceptional
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cool images
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Neat! Thanks for your ‘Follow’ on my Blog 😀
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Very nice 🙂
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Fantastic!
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