They say love is the trigger
For a thousand chemical reactions,
The spark that ignites our bodies
With the force of nuclear bombs.
They say it is an explosion of
Electricity jolting life into
Our nerves.
But, there is nothing chemical
About us, love—
Not in the way our bodies
Are pulled into each other,
Or in the way our hands
Melt into each other’s skin.
Our love is pure physics, and
It’s as if we were meant to
Break every law of the universe.
Physicists call ‘electromagnetism’
The attraction of masses, bodies—
But, that word does not even begin to
Describe how badly I want
To get under your skin,
To become a part of your very being.
It’s not enough to explain that force of yours,
The way it seduces me
And reels me into you;
Into your soul.
You are the sun,
And I am every star,
Every moon and planet and comet,
All of me gravitating around you.
I am space-time bending for you,
I am every speck of dust slowly
Floating toward you.
And my love,
You have no idea how my hands
Long to burn with the touch of your skin,
With the heat of a thousand suns.
And when they finally do—
When my fingers can at last trace
The constellations in your collarbone,
Brush through the galaxies woven into your hair—
Only then will I allow the atoms of my being to dissolve
And become one with yours.
For it is only inside of you
That I can live.
