Thunderbolt

Stirring at water’s edge,
cold froth on my twig,
my mind in whirls
wanders around desire.

May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often now?
craving miracles…
craving miracles…

No one imagines the light shock I need,
and I’ll never know
from who’s hands, deeply humble,
dangerous gifts as such to mine come.

May I, should I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
craving miracles..

My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union,
universal intimacy,
all embracing.

May I, should I or have I too often
craved miracles?
May I, can I or have I too often
craved miracles?
Crave…

Waves irregularly striking,
wind stern in my face.
Thunderstorm, come,
scrape those barnacles of me!

May I, may I or should I too often
crave miracles?
May I or should I or have I too often

All my body parts are one
as lightning hits my spine,
sparkling
prime runs through me,
revive my wish
inviolable.

May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…