Flourish

Exhilarating—

Weighted with summer and the effort

of trying to absorb another person.

Eyes like cinnamon,

melted toffee pooling in your irises,

watching smoke pour from your lips.

I want an innate understanding of you,

your chemical makeup.

A commitment of trying to see the world

through someone else, and hope

you get the pre-existing conclusions.

Holding onto each other while we crash

into swaying walls of subway cars,

laughing ourselves out of breath, gasping

for stale plastic air.

I am synthetically drawn to you—

The way your hands move to match your eyes.