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.