from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#060, Nd)
I am drawn to you, / you pull on me so,
when I think of how / you’re so magnetic.
With your electric charge, / my motor’s going,
you get me charged up / thinking it’s a game…
You use my favorite gems, / Garnet and crystals,
and you make every point / seem laser clear.
You’re focus must be why / I’m so drawn to you
I must come to you / until you’re near.
And now you know how / I love my glassware,
so I was sent to / a glass blowing lathe,
and the glass blowers / were making glassware
with you on their eyes / so they could see.
They loaned me their specs, / I put them on —
and through the green-grey specs / the flame was gone.
I did a double-take — / there was no glare —
leaving me to see / just molten glass.
‘Cause on those glasses, / you weren’t alone —
you worked in pairs there / so we could see.
‘Cause to the Greeks / you are a new twin,
that’s where together’s / how you fit in…
And all of this time / I was drawn to you
but now you’ve proven / you can help me see.