High-Voltage

A charged look into an electric relationship.

There was a point in time when my inner energy

Purple-tinged, unstable, and dwelling in my core
Surged and sent forth a longing, living beam

And on that day it connected with yours

It generated this inexplicable magnetism

I felt our intertwined matter churn and spin
With this ever-pulsing flow between our souls

I could not tell where you end and I begin

You have me pushed against the bedroom door

Almost pushed to the point of a power surge

Our static charge building, swarming the senses

Your lips command electric rush and I'm on the verge

There was a point in time where you left me behind

No fault of your own; you were forced to leave

Our circuit had no choice but to face cold severance 

And you left still harboring fragments of me

My vision screen has become static and dim

Since the raw, aching instability has returned

As I live now infused with the essence of you

I try to carry on through this dissonant world

Our sparking skin is glowing white-hot 

Your humming hands locked onto my hips
So high-voltage, we're flirting with danger

Exchanging jolts of light between our lips   

Is there a way to undergo electric exorcism 

To remove this restless animal of energy

To return to society as a functional being

To somehow forget our chaotic chemistry

I suppose that perhaps life would then turn stagnant

If I could no longer remember our thrilling fusion

It begs the question- have I become dependent

Have I become addicted to the electrocution?

Author's Note

Source for original photo: www.myconfinedspace.com

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

This needs editing with the phrase "word economy" in mind.

Yes, you are objectively addicted to electrocution, we all are. Light is nothing more than electro magnetic radiation (the energy expression that is visible and tolerable to the human, and it's not even the high powered kind, we are low power ((just say no to gamma rays baby)), what happens between neuron synapses is merely a very tiny version of flashing light and chemical interaction. All derived from long distance violence (the sun, any star, etc. etc.)

We remember in perceived and "recorded" photons... aka electro magnetic radiation. What you know yourself as, how you remember, it's just a shitload of trapped light and tiny electrocutions.


This poem of yours is pretty fantastic as it is... you should still edit and shave it down though.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thanks for the pointers! Appreciate you taking the time to read it.

[Bo Lanier]

wow! electrifying write! rhymes well. loved it, good write.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[several thousand]

Nice metaphor! I like this poem a lot. The font is a little hard to read however.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you! I'll mess around with the editing some more.

[GalaxyGhost]

Cool use of fonts! But some stanzas were challenging to read. But overall, I love the story of this.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you so much! I will play around with size and fonts.

[Nisreen]

A good addiction
There are so many questions you have placed here
And I feel this piece is a reflection of one decision you will soon make

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you for your perspective!

[Emily]

I really liked the first stanza!
Keep on writing!

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you very much!