Circuitry of Thought

Electric currents. Flow in between us. Cosmic signals only we can trust.

Your energy syncs with mine in waves. Lost inside the circuit

that we made. Every thought connects like constell-ations. No words needed, just vibrations.

In the space where our frequencies meet. I feel the rhythm,

I feel the heat. Wired to your heartbeat, voltage rising slow.

Signals getting stronger every, everywhere we go. Static turns to rhythm when you

pull me in. One more surge and we begin. Gin. Gin.

Gin. Gin. Gin. Gin. Gin.