Alive

I whisper.
Her perfect lips shine like the sea in moonlight. She smiles and I lean in closer...Grey Goose. Is this happening because of the alcohol? I wonder where I would be without this mythical social lubricant. I wonder where she got those perfect teeth...I wonder how my breath smells. Back to business.
Bam! I taste her lips. Time stops. There is nothing, and everything. I kiss her while the stars wheel overhead and there is nothing but the wind, and bliss. I feel the lightning trying to sweep me down, but I fight it. I immerse myself in this cross-fire of beautiful images and I beat this feeling, like molten steel, into beams of light. Radiance.
I focus my eyes and throw the current across the gap. Her eyes widen and we look at each other, breathing.
For an instant, the delicate tangles of her hair fill the emptiness of my hands. And then she is gone.