I study your skin as it meets
mine: yours – calloused, dark, and
searching, my own – light and expectant.
Pressed together, we become one
flesh, glued by sweat and propelled by
energy, our contents binding together.
We are synthesis in motion,
visceral and changeable,
our properties exploding upon impact.
In your arms, I slip from solid,
to liquid, to steam, and drip back
to the surface as something new.
Even when we part, I can still
smell myself on your lips; the scent
shifting subtly to fit your chemistry.