Plasma

We learned in school

that there are

3 states of matter but

there are actually 4 and I

know them all as intimately

as my own orgasm because

you transform me into

all of them.

 

With you air breathed

becomes water

that drowns inhibitions;

my blood boils like an undersea

upwelling of magma birthing

an archipelago of trust. My skin’s

solid elastic state

I surrender into a spray of vapor,

a miniature of the magnetic field,

true north and south, a sudden

pulse of ionizing light, both

wave and particle; aurora,

particle and wave;

 

as waves of liquid energy

inside me heat to the flashpoint

of anodized plasma; filaments

of rhythmic dancing color

boiling like the surface

of a regular star. Akin to those forces

turning north to south under

our feet, and I want to brush

my aura, aurora, and areolas

across your upper lip and cheek

while you hold my waist

in your hands and chant to me

what words the Creator used

to make the universe itself

awaken by exploding

into light in all directions

after and before collapsing unto

itself in perfect timing.

 

and if this is not an addiction

more worthy of attention

than images flashed across a plasma

flat screen on the wall

of the living room, then

I have taught you nothing.

Author's Note

meditation on the theme "addiction" for Casa los Altos; translated into English from my original in Spanish. Picture from wikipedia.