Lines of conduit
Carrying a charge
from the point where my fingertips touch you
to every space in between
and back
–
The positive and negative
of who we are
dancing together
Weaving energy permanently grounded
by our contact
–
The electric pulse
of our pulses
tugging at the lines
A wire live
with the sparks from your eyes
–
A spun up motor
The coils of your body
twisted in mine
A heat
generated by our movement
–
A meter spinning
incalculable rotations
Failing in its task
to track
and quantify
every sensation and moan
–
A tripping fuse
the skips in our minds
The time-warp quality
of being here
with you
forever
and never long enough
–
The climax
the end
never an ending at all
A constant vampiric drain
of energy
from one body to another
forever
through these conduits
of our connection