She arrived like a voltage spike in the dead and undefended middle of night,
Everything I’d been conserving for later igniting simultaneously in the light,
Current running straight through me from the very initial moment of contact,
Fuckin’ electric — and there’s absolutely no retrieving that.
A thunderstorm doesn’t consult the calendar before it comes rolling through town,
She arrived by exactly that same method, spinning every organized thing around,
Force of nature assembled in something I couldn’t file or categorize or place,
Fuckin’ electric, right in front of my face.
Thunderstorms at absolute midnight — she’s a force that operates completely raw,
Current running through every system like some foundational and ancient law,
Lightning in a specific bottle — untamed and impossible to hold,
Fuckin’ electric — and I’m completely sold.
World around me processed entirely to background and to blur,
Two people connecting in the specific chaos — only us for sure,
Electric current — direct transmission to the core of everything I own,
Caught in her specific frequency and I’m not going home alone.
Chaos and connection moving like we’ve had this choreography committed,
Every breath we take together collecting every debt I’ve ever submitted,
World can’t touch us in this wild and operational electric space,
Fuckin’ electric — I’ll take the pace.