Love over a Bunsen burner
Maybe it was just the chemicals
Sodium flashing orange
Copper flashing green
The unforgettable smell of sulfur
Your low slung sports car
Creating colors of its own
As you sped off each evening
To your roommates
In the little house
Next door to
Titchuba and the buried refrigerator
Neighbors
Still just chemicals
Everything can be boiled down
To its elemental nature
Except perhaps love
For who truly understands
Why we fell for each other
Concocting chemical cocktails
Under Father Lambert’s
Watchful eye
Little did he know
We were creating a new
Compound
Generating our own heat
Without even touching
Only our eyes
And our hearts
Joining in an unbreakable
Bond
For isn’t that what
Chemistry is all about
Anyway?
1 comment:
good poem
keep writing
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