Electrolytes

All of the lights, illuminated.

All of the lights, pointing at you.

All of the lights, white.

All of the lights, like a thunder.

All of the lights, pure electrolyte.

All of you, standing projectile Center.

All of you, Waiting for ignition.

All of you, ready, for a rocket to be shot. All of you, an experiment. 

You place yourself.

Close to gravity this time. 

You get on all fours.

You baked a cake the night before.

Your skin is fresh. 

Your mind has no weight.

And you look pristine.

Your clothes firmly cut.

They reveal flesh.

Your muscles.

Your veins.

Your tatoo has never felt better.

You wear a smile.

It is photographed.

Up there in the green fields.

Birds chirp.

Cows live their day, unperturbed.

Clouds disperse in the bright blue.

Most scientists have gone. 

Everything is a secret.

Masses are not informed.

And then that person walks.

And people are formed in aisles.

And you look aside.

And you exchange a glance.

And all of the lights.

And all of the electrolytes.

And all of the moment collides.

Will you take the?

Yes. Yes, I will.

I do.

This. Is. Marriage.