Spontaneity lines the mouths of our encounters,
a certain sweetness with nips and punches
to keep me awake.
I never know when or how long it will take
to see him again.
But when we do,
we drink the other
like we have been on a fast.
Nothing is off limits.
Politeness; all but discarded
at our feet.
Usually the first concern with the opposite sex is to be liked,
desired.
But for us,
that doesn’t seem be a question.
We poke and prod,
testing the other’s wearability.
It’s hilarious
and dangerous.
somewhat illicit and famous.
No one else in my contact list,
can replicate
such
sameness.
Not a us,
that would be wrong.
Not a we,
we are too strong
to be
a n y t h i n g
else
but
you
& me.
Undiagnosed,
Chemistry
