Uncertain Numbers Poem by Dean Meredith

Greetings
I am one of the sons
One of the scribes
Offspring of our deities
Wanting to do good
Out to impress

The run in her tights
Had her immediate attention
Words flowed in
She had been listening
After all
Caught your eye and everything

Respect her powers
Admire the mind
Fear her beauty
Powers approaching infinity
Dance with me
She casually demanded

I moved awkwardly
Rearranged my lunatic fringe
Particles joyous
Helpless
In her spell