Body.
muscles and electrons,
infusing into mine,
your spine
synthesizing
with my ribcage.

I like the
whys,
hows,
and maybes
in your brain
as your synapses
fire

from each fingertip
and kiss
here ,
there,
and back,
again, again,
and again.

I crave your
voice,
the way
your vibrato
sends shivers
up
my spine,
and carries
its potence

to
my chest,
residing in my lungs,
becoming the  
atmosphere
in which I thrive.