the alchemy of us
(after e.e. cummings)
what is it about you and I
the chemistry that we do
exponential scratches on a page, not
unknowable, but a perspective only we know.
an alchemy of what
you are, what we are, what it
is,
skin inked with equations about
cellular reactions within me, within you
combustion that
awakens the us, and also closes
what would you say if I told you that I dream of you and
in those dreams, your smile opens
me, lays me bare, not only
removing my clothing but something
entirely more, you see written deep in me
a language engraved on my bones that your mouth understands
you read in my entrails the
gospel of my voice
you steal my breath and use it as your
own, hold a magnifying glass to my eyes
and inside the retina behold all that is,
all that was, and you tell me that this dream is
a holy offering of water from a well deeper
than the blood that pours from our joined veins, and redder than
the petals of a thousand roses
