Like olive oil and vinegar, we swirled.Β Β
Close but now remaining uncombined.
When my eyes shut,
yours opened.
The sun set, and you thought of me.
The sun rose, and I thought of you.
But neither of us dared to shake the bottles again once more.
We once moved in fluid motion.
We were near,
then changed course.
π΄π πππππππππ ππππ¦ππ
πΌππππππ πππ ππ π ππ’ππ
A memory of a sweet tarantella dance duo
Stepping clockwise
Then counterclockwise.
Looping, skipping,
dripping, flipping,
tossing, turning.
Eventually spinning with a joy
bordered on pain.
I do recall an emulsifier.
(A time we stirred)
The moment the vibrations
ππππππΈπ·
In perfect unisonβ¦
In that moment a sudden hold.
For.
one.
trembling.
second.
The precious oil
was genuine.
The steps slowly continued.
And our eyes locked on one another.
There was a chance to bridge.
A chance to drift with the stirs.Β Β
To find beauty not in stillness,
but in the motion itself.
In the quiet chemistry
Of adding additions;
Molecules bearing both
hydrophilic and hydrophobic ends.
πβππ π‘βπ π‘πππππ’ππππ πππ£π π πππππ π πππ.
We took our seats.
At different checker patterned tables.
I take one more bite of bread.
A final taste
before dabbing my lips.
All that can be done now is to add salt
β¦to cut the acidβ¦
And to realize that some molecules
are only meant to float in suspension.
Never meant to truly bond.
-AK