Electric Rituals

Electric rituals in thunder-grey skies
Play dirty tricks on fear-encrusted eyes.

We awake, glistening, from under love-blessed sheets
Sharing bad dreams just as we exchanged guilty feats.

Lightning-lamp echoes through a grinning window,
Judgemental light casts on us a culpable shadow.

We dressed, sheepishly, back into our suits of innocence,
Sharing common tales just as we exchanged erotic eminence.

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