Before making contact,
the invisible lightning arc sizzles
across inches.
And Jesus said, "Who touched me?"
When have you felt ether
fall from you like reflex?
Out of your skin
and into the flesh and space of another
like gravity
bound at each end by a string
with fish hooks politely forcing
a minimum distance
crackling and white
the baited touch of a woman’s skin
and after that, the stare of Eve
and after that, the sweet smell of apple
and after that, the fate of all my fathers.
DQ 10/11/07
