live wire

i am a series of circuits that widen
and narrow like valves at your every word;
synaptic breaths conduct a symphony
of mixed signals leaping (it’s the new age ballet)
while word-sparks cross nexus junctions up toward my tongue,
and die before responses develop–

miscommunication generates gaps where energy stalls.

our secrets are bulbs that do not glow;
you spit electrons when you speak
and i am charged with enigmatic passion,

but there is no violent love-storm
to silence the frayed ends of the wires that comprise me
and i am left flickering in deep nights.

[if you do not splice my threads
and charge me to full voltage soon,
i will die.]


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