Science - Emily Farnsworth

The chemical process of love

Is this:

Eyes connect- look away!

Hot flush, trembling heart

Electric charge

Gathers in the gap between

Your leg

and Mine

And yet my fingers struggle

To connect

With yours

Clear your throat-

Science dictates

The the air will become

Arid- a product of

My frantic pulse

My Ruby cheeks

Global warming is founded

In Gasping Affection

The language of love is native

To none

But rather

Is a random effusion

Of Vocal Confusion

So I sign-

Look:

Every twitch of the finger

And flip of the hair,

Every tap of the foot

And glance in your direction

Is a code:

I love you.