You've got my heart as flat as stone,
skipping over water and trying
not to sink under the
weight of your
gaze.

God, darling,
I feel like a whirlwind around you,
trying to grasp onto some sort of stability
until I realize it's just always been you—

like the feeling of a swing at the peak of the climb
where for a split second you know you're safe,
expecting the drop, eager for the fall and
smiling at the realization of its simplicity.

You told me yesterday that it was
i  m  p  o  s  s  i  b  l  e

to truly touch someone to
the extent of their atomic make up
because it would lead to combustion—
a tragic explosion of sorts, but I swear that's
how it feels when you collide your lips against mine.

The atomic make up of our particles
come in contact far too  c  l  o  s  e ,
far too comfortable that it triggers

every
single
nerve
ending

of my body
creating a string
of static electricity
leading to my heart,
reviving and elevating
to a whole new level of
combustion.

You're golden darling.

gd