Sweetheart, I was thinking
Sweetheart, I was thinking this afternoon
How I might understand you, love you better
And enter a greater part of your world.
So I came up with a brilliant idea:
I need to study Chemistry!
Now I do not intend to make you work
(You already put in long enough hours)
And I would not wish myself on any
Scientist as his pupil given
My own considerable limitations
(I am scientifically illiterate and
Never even got through trigonometry).
But somewhere must exist a chemistry book
For the clueless, liberal arts refugee
Who ended up loving a master of science
And wants to see that much more of a
Glimmer of the intellectual life
Of the man he loves.
My love, help me discover
More of your world.
[San Francisco, August 1994]