Sadie Dillon Is Teaching French To 3rd Year. Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Making the metamorphis
from Science class to French

trying to find the fulcrum
of my existence

- that her littlest smile -

disturbs.

My alchemy of Love
touches her lovely face

as through the shyness of her
dress

sunlight silhouettes her
legs

litmus
testing my desire

red turns to blue

while she remains a constant
pH value of. . .

. . .someone I could never
attain.

Oh! My hydrogen atom
I turn to you

(nucleus to me)

I whirl madly about you.

A single solitary electron
(knowing only you) .

In French you ask
for the Future

I tense
& know that I can never

tell you...

jamais jamais JAMAIS!