By Jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 28 February 1999

Electric

  There is a fierce, almost violent energy
      that surges through my viens
 whenever so much as a passing thought of you
          creeps into my mind.
It's sinewy grip rips and pulls at my tendons,
      and I become charged, electrified,
    so much that I could light the universe.
       I am nuclear, and fear a meltdown.