It’s so close
I can taste it
in this Kilowatt
induced trance.
I feel you surge
through me. In me.
Beside me.
The static builds
between my
synapses. I feel it
form like honey.
It’s farm fresh
eggs and bacon
on an early spring
morning, hot black
coffee, and the smell
of slightly burnt toast.
I keep forgetting I
have a hole in my
flesh so I keep poking
at it to scratch that
deep internal itch
and end up digging
the hole deeper.