Atoms

You steal my atoms in a muscular brush suck the oxygen from my soul leave my insides ionised, clinging to the covalent bonds of your skin. A symbiote feeding on static. Lowering resistance,compensated byacetyl-choline metronome dancing haemoglobinbright red across membranes flushes perception and recalls sparks of pleasure to the senses. Flux hums in anticipation noise building in hadron blocks the infinitesimally small creating paradoxical duality; shivers of heat like neutrino rain, radiate endlessly. Your touch conducting each quark to synchronous spin jigsaws of tuned pirouettes, and deeper within, every string coils, knots and unwinds to sing to the strum of your pick. (Please feel free to be as critical as you like, I'm just getting back into writing again, thanks!)