Chronicles of A Sea Woman ONLINE: Poetry of Sandra Sealy

Chemistry

A mingling of sighs,
Each pulse quickening next to the other
Is a sign of a connection.

Further still, is the joy clamouring when you gently
Raise
the gooseflesh from my skin
with your calloused fingertips,
Or lap
Lightly from my juicy nether lips.
One work evokes a smile from either
Conjuring up a moment past,
As we speak that special language.

How is it that the very lines of those brawny, brown biceps
Flexing
As you whip up a fragrant dish
Make my mouth water?

Or that you doubt the power of the deep, mellifluous tones
Caressing
My eardrums,
Redolent of soothing notes of the bass pan?

Isn’t it clear that your special scent
Tickles
My fancy,
As I lean in closer for a wordless embrace?

Yes, you fine brother
Instinctively
Mastered the art of chemistry.

Copyright © 1998 by Sandra E. Morris

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