Two surfaces contact then separate

Like two hearts when feeling desperate

One in its high resistance

The other in its insistence

Long in memory of the flow of the wire

When both had the same current desire

Lost in an instance’s neutralization

Taken by one’s need for emancipation

There in all this in-direct talk

In the sense of this static shock

I suppose there’s a negative in this positive

But such thoughts are all a little relative

To whose heart it is that is breaking

In a separation of the other’s making