There is carbon and protein
and the harsh taste of iron,
the push and the pull
of the spinning electrons
to get to the core
with the protons and neutrons.
There is your face
and my face and
fierce desperation
that looks like destruction
but feels like elation.
And then there’s exhaustion;
a slow re-emerging
into a morning
where washing needs doing
and cereal clearing.
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