Factoring Poem by anais vionet

There's a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.

They're so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.

After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you're needing,
is something we'll
politely call ‘delights'.

But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it's really
a necessity, not a choice.