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!
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