To deny that what flies between us are sparks
is to deny the aftershocks of hearing my name on your lips
It is to deny
that all I am is atoms learning to exist in your orbit.
That I do not hold up each chemical reaction to the light
As a litmus test of a love that will turn me to ash
Because I want nothing left when you are done.
No history,
No future,
No present,
No denials
Just molecules reacting from a force that will let the world know
when I was with you
I was moved.
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