Defer the air may, as you inspire it, love, to Dr van der Waals,
But its PV, when from your pretty nose it withdraws, is ever NRT.
That bewitching toss of your head, and the gait that captivates,
Sinuous movement of hands to the accompaniment of honeyed voice,
These, these more than anything else, at Carnot efficiency pass.
As I yawn, rest pen, crack knuckle and stare out the listless window,
The tune of thought segues into your giggle, dilator of my pupils,
And my world of twenty summers turns over to unwrinkled simplicity.
Friction becomes negligible, pulleys turn massless, orbits circular,
Flows streamlined, vibrations undamped, stoves are blackbodies, moons balls;
Airless spins the earth now, its density uniform, its gee taken ten.
Appear, quickener of my pulse, in the apple of my pining eye, and
Batteries as soon lose their internal resistance as Biot-Savart wires illimitably grow.
Closer come, and I relapse to days of naiveté juvenile,
When position-momentum commutators used to vanish
In silence, without my knowing they did.
These passions, good madam, feel free to requite; oh do quite, only not hastily.
Mixed signals, should you ask me, would be for the moment the very thing.
Of emoticons master the enigmatic placement. My favoured novel happen to be reading.
Forget not the absent turn of head that ends in the briefest of ocular trysts.
Fan the fires of hope and misery in equal turns by means suchlike,
Cede I would the world's wisdom for the electric delirium you shall accord me.
Some day, I shall the vale of acquaintance tread and adore by very different word and heart,
Having my palate widened by the diet of surprises you have no doubt up your sleeve,
Fondly acclimated to every quirk, conviction and odour.
Today, strawberry pie, less keen am I to account for apsides, drag or Heisenberg. Today I invent sobriquets for my private whisperings.
Monger of my dreams.
Author of unannounced smiles. Commissioner of doodles.
Jaggery brick.
Sugarcane juice.
Macushla.
Be mine at some point, but torment me now.
Be mine at some point, but torment me now.
