you are built into my skin,
but my love for you is not chemical, it is not
godly, divine
for we are godly, divine enough for love
if we so choose
and we so choose.
so come back into my arms and we will
dance a million dances
and watch as we come apart in each other’s arms
like hurricanes uncurling and leaving only rain.
you and i are storms with no eyes
so when we touch we are lightning-alive and flash-thunder
boom
i can feel the humming of barometers in my bones
and you can feel the pressure rising in our hearts
but our love is not chemical
it is heat-seeking, face-flushing, dancing
like oven bricks leaving dust like stars
across a sky of skin
because we so choose.