Hello, Friends! An MCS poem for you:

           The Dinner Guest

She backed away, and backed away --

they thought she had so little to say.

Her swelling jaw froze into a smile,

face taut now, heating up all the while.

As thunder rose within her skull,
the lively host took her for dull --

unimaginative, slow on the draw

(her vision shaking, sinuses raw).

Electric pulse above her nose, 

throughout her body, head to toes,

left her shaky, feeling slurred

in motion, thought -- in every word. 

The floor swayed gently, like a ship

or a plane in a mildly turbulent dip.

All current was she, electrically charged

by unseen molecules redolent, at-large.

[P.S.  The "she" in the poem is me.   ~ Carolyn]     By Carolyn,  © 2012