He insisted our attraction was chemical, not physical–
it wouldn’t fade as gravity coaxed our skin to sag–
nor was it temporal–our feelings would not grow dim
over eons like some star three galaxies away.
It was chemical, as in based in chemistry
like Na and Cl on the periodic chart, destined
to make salt every time molecules were thrown together.
And we were thrown together. Our one-on-one meetings
behind closed doors stretched into working late nights
and grabbing coffee or maybe dinner before
winding down our days on my couch.
Even when were weren’t trying to be together
we were drawn to each other, like the time he stopped
at a red light and saw me eating outside. I was in town
but didn’t mention it – I thought the elements could be fooled.
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