Chemistry

Perfectly framed in the window, he is cinematic. This distant observer cannot help but stare, wishing there could be diagrams for bonding like this. The hand goes up, the question's answered, but his heart keeps beating this refrain: my love, what is this chemistry between us? No formulas for the soul, and in the end this is more than science. Mere physics cannot describe the ways I want to hold you, exertions of forces and gravitational pulls.

I have no easy answers for the way I feel, save the loose associations of our biology. You cause reactions in me, new and undiscovered, your smile a catalyst for this tentative research. Distant lessons about distant planets, and the cold wide spread of Europa. But in your face there is a sun, blinding in its light.

My suicidal genes make me want you, and I feel the cells in my skin as I turn red. Stimuli and response dictate my actions, pushing me towards you. In the brownian motion of people, we have collided. But this is the same logic that reduces nature to biology, and I cannot do that to you.