Chemistry (poetry)

I study your skin as it meets 

mine: yours - calloused, dark, and 

searching, my own - light and expectant.

Pressed together, we become one 

flesh, glued by sweat and propelled by 

energy, our contents binding together.

We are synthesis in motion,

visceral and changeable,

our properties exploding upon impact.

In your arms, I slip from solid, 

to liquid, to steam, and drip back

to the surface as something new.

Even when we part, I can still 

smell myself on your lips; the scent 

shifting subtly to fit your chemistry.