Resistant Love
As my resistor, you convert
my energy to a heated flirt
and you slow down
these pulsing coloumbs ‘til
I wither at your smallest frown
yet then to me you thrill
with your potential drop
of the eyelids so shy
that my liquids churn and chop
as I can only ask myself why
current flows between us?
True, our words are charged
with meaning and stress
yes, potential drop is large
but where is our closed
circuit? Our hands do not meet
leaving me raw, exposed,
weak and incomplete.
You seem to defy Kirchoff’s loop
rule as the proximity I
gain begins to waver and droop
under the weight of your good-bye
conservation of energy?
Need not apply.
How can you quantify such
heavy data? Surely not in
the watts of your potent touch
nor in the amps measured within
your very veins. Not kilowatts, no.
oh, Ohm’s law rendered infirm
when potential differences grow
continually between us to confirm
the arrest of your hello.