the space between neurons is the difference
between charge, impulse, release, then fire:
electrons dance beneath veins like stardust.
this is the way we will love,
with our palms flat to the floor
and autumn filling in our outlines beneath us.
the tectonic plates shifted and joined,
split and rejoined,
until the continents were made.
gasoline will scar our skin
when we drink it like wine;
the marks of earth and geology map out our bodies.
atoms and molecules snapping and crashing
with the weight of the world upon them,
and you said:
this is the way we will love.