Something is out of place.
Something inherently
molecular within her
myogenic wilderness:
a modesty, an awareness,
the visible manifestation
of her shyness.
It contracts.
It tones.
It colors her
openly,
just as the sky.
Involuntary,
just as stimuli.
There's something new
about this face.
Something awakened.
Something lovestruck
and silly.
For what else
could exert such
a dilator mechanism,
in all its deliciousness?

Constellations, covalent bonds
Are the foundations
I'm built on

The galaxy is full
Of my sparkling
Molecular compounds
As I circumnavigate both

They are one in the same,
The universe
My nerves and my veins

And I will pass later on,
my dilator;
Looking forward to see
For what I was in dark seer
there with you again
Until the lights in its veer