We Are Wires

wired

my bones are just

telephone poles

and my nerves

send messages

to the citizens

in my mind.

prank calls

and bill collectors.

my skin is wrapped

around this power station

and all i make

is electricity

and bad choices.

the phone is ringing

with the receiver pressed down.

nobody's home.

nobody cares.

sometimes I tear at my

canvas of flesh

just to make damn sure

that the circuits in my head

are functioning

properly.

wired.

with my nerves

and my flesh.

when you touch me

our bodies become alive

with sparks and buzzing

the magnetic hum

of a complete circuit.

with our rain soaked

trunks

becoming burning trees

fresh from lightning

and thunder.

you make me

scream and moan and cry and howl

like 100,000 volts of electric

heaven

coursing through my body

in a joyous celebration

of our ceremony,

here naked

and shaking.

wired.

we are electric

with our arms

and our legs

and sweat

and our lips

and heat

conducting a symphony

briefly

for we are two mere

electrons

in a haze

until we fall asleep

and the music

dies out

and we become

ash and old heat.