Chemistry class, block two
consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers.
The room is surrounded, right across the hall
are the religion class and the student speakers.
Had a lab today, looking at the relationship of reactants to products,
composed with magnesium chloride and sodium hydroxide.
A girl picked up a flask, that over the years
from multiple reactions, accumulated hairline fissures it hides.
The glass look polished and conclusive;
it's painted numbers visible, precise and sane in measuring matter.
Wouldn't have a second thought to grab such necessary item and squeeze.
but I swear you brush my lips, and I know I'll shatter.
Because the surface is unforeseeable!
It's as simple as my temper, quietly fiery glass
on a cool, stoical surface like your composure, will snap and burst.
Oh, ironic is fragility in me discovered in chemistry class…
And perhaps we all go through life,
Steady for storming and precipitating and reacting.
and we settle down to use, to being someone's husband or wife....
Until a hint of pressure causes a burst, and sends us, brokenly, packing
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-lessons-learned-in-chemistry/
