constants

Gently stroking her hair

Evoking a dynamic electricity

Through my stomach, my heart

Stimulating my brain

To wonder, again, and wander

Across the pace of her breath

Over the quiver of our pulses

And skimming her mind's surface

Like a ship on the sea

Caught between the infinite

And incomprehensibility

Or a mystery of similar effect

That connects and explains

The layout of the stars

The pigments on her nails

The heat and salt of her skin

And the burning in her eyes

By a handful of numbers

Those dimensionless parameters

Charge couplings, constants,

That somehow frame her being?

No, she seems to only wear them

Like clothes she's ready to

Tear off at any time.