Wednesday, January 31, 2018

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.


3 comments:

Marie Rebelle said...

Beautiful and sensual!

Rebel xox

Kayla Lords said...

Oh this is delightful!

Wriggly Kitty said...

"...I slip from solid, to liquid, to steam, and drip back to the surface as something new" - that's such an amazing couple of lines.