lorna burchell

Carbonation
 

Let me marinate in this

sudden Alka-Seltzer fizz of bliss

this seratonin-dipped

feather-tipped rush

I’m all shaken up

you’ve opened my top

bubbles erupt over my skin

cold tadpoles wriggle and swim

waves of cool air skittering

where you touched me

let me sit just on the edge

where it’s almost too much for me

sit as it surges, engulfing and flooding me

let me effervesce,

sparkling and blessed

until each last trickle-trail of snaking tickle-tailed bubbles have left

and then

just when I have come to rest

touch me again.