his soft lips
glide across mine
completing the circuit
of electric passion

megawatts of passion
alas the insulation
was only infatuation
never true love

what’s that like?
my capacitors always
discharge unfailingly
betraying the ephemeral

I long for the likes
of a power grid
sustained interaction
thriving and coherent

to feel a body
once again in the
context of commitment
the joy provided

could light a city
for millennia
or at least until
the invaders come


One Response to “current”

  1. This one is great…really..

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