Do not be deceived
by the sleep-inducing swirls:
deep inside we're quantum tantra
altar boys and altar girls.
Tonight we're sharing a tub together
getting hot, confused,
aqueous and slippery.
In the splash of the bath I see you
baring your breasts, your legs
and your hips for me.
Both of us ready
to enter the mystery.
Can we make some Heisenberg choice,
Feynman gesture, Schrödinger voice
that would spontaneously ignite
Nature's deep quantum witchery?
Then Nature surprised us
filled an unspoken lack
gave us full
while I was scrubbing your back.
Nowhere near a grand cathedral
outside any modern physics club
a brand new doorway into Nature
discovered in our claw-foot tub.