Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Lost & Found

(Photo by David Rolin)

When he touched her, he lost his mind. There were nothing but radiant circles of vibrating molecules emanating from the tips of his fingers to tell him he was alive. He was alive in a bubble, swimming in clear oil, slick and shining. Everything flowed around him, parting to allow him into her. And, there, he was nothing but nerve, conduit for the electrical charge that was she. She moved along him like light, all waves and bursting energy. They swam together, alive together, vibrating in harmony, becoming... a new mind found.