From the second you bent The air between us is a wire pulled tight

 To the point of singing I pluck it once and the whole room starts

 ringing You can call it one, I call it the math of

 ignition Heat plus proximity equals zero resistance

 Let go, open now No soft preamble, no velvet delay

 Just the clean arithmetic of giving the night away

 I don't look careful I love the way you break and stay sparking

 for this

 I want it, I need it, I take it

 Your silence is a locked room I pick with my mouth

 Every unlocked syllable comes tumbling out I collect them like evidence, catalog the

 cracks Then rebuild the sentence with my name in

 the gaps You're not yielding, you're being rewritten

 Grieving, feeling, give

 Metaphor fails and the body becomes the metaphor

 I am the current, you are the open door No poetry left, only the raw exchange

 Pressure for pleasure, control for the strange I count the moments you stop performing the

 self Each one a short circuit

 Each one a new world Yes, there again

 This is voltage, pure and unforgiving The cutting doesn't ask, it starts the living

 I take the static under your skin and make it speak

 Turn every shiver into a language only we keep

 Voltage carved deep in the wiring of night