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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. 𝐴𝑛 π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘‘ πΌπ‘›π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 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 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐷 In perfect unison… 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. π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘”π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž π‘“π‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘. 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 …to cut the acid… And to realize that some molecules are only meant to float in suspension. Never meant to truly bond. -AK
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May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
Non-Polar Molecules
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. 𝐴𝑛 π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘‘ πΌπ‘›π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 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 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐷 In perfect unison… 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. π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘”π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž π‘“π‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘. 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 …to cut the acid… And to realize that some molecules are only meant to float in suspension. Never meant to truly bond. -AK
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May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
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