Work in progress

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN TRULY SHOT WITH ADRENALINE?
AND I DON’T MEAN DURING YOUR 3-MILE JOG, BRENDA.
I MEAN EVERY CAPILLARY IN YOUR BODY POUNDING WITH RIGOR AND OXYGEN? YOUR PUPILS DILATING AND THE WORLD BURSTING INTO FLAMES BEFORE YOU AND AROUND YOU BUT YOU CAN’T BE BURNED? NOT BECAUSE YOU ARE INVINCIBLE BUT BECAUSE, IN THAT MOMENT, YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE ALSO ON FIRE?
BEYOND THAT.
YOU ARE IT’S VERY SOURCE. 

​THEY TALK ABOUT “FIREWORKS” AS IF THE FEELING IS SOMEHOW ABOVE YOU
LIKE IT’S FAR AWAY…A VISION TO BE SIMPLY ADMIRED WITH OOHS AND AHHHS.
BUT IN BEING KISSED BY HIM
MY WHOLE BODY ERUPTED
EXPLODED INTO COLORED LIGHT. 
I WAS.
WE WERE.
LIGHT.
​IT TOOK EVERYTHING I HAD TO KEEP FROM SCREAMING.