I carry around this chemistry set of sensations; I look at your face, watch you speak, and there is a reaction;
but not a pang, because I keep my jars of nerves and hormones neatly sealed and with space in between.
I make note of the sizzles and bursts as you touch my skin, respond to my words, stretch and wake up.
I'll clean up the mess, write my report, and wash my hands.