Lightning

From my bedroom window 
I can see lightning 
flash above the mountains 
like the paparazzi cordoned 
off from the celebrities 
hoping to catch a 
glimpse of their chagrin 
having been caught unaware 
popping off like proud 
parents at bad concerts 
and embarrassing bat/bar mitzvahs
the dance of lights 
like winks across a 
room of strangers sent
by one received by 
another some land quietly 
while others strike and 
ignite interest and passion 
a brush fire moving 
from eye to stomach 
to loin causing flush
and dreams of desire