The Clifford/Danielle Science Experiment

We started with some natural chemistry,

    talking to each other as easily as we breathe.

Then came the attraction.

She was stunning,

    too bright to see clearly.

The beaker turned foggy,

     as we turned up the heat.

It was only a matter of time until we had to meet.

She flew across the country to see me,

    the fantasy attempting to bridge with reality.

But when she wrapped her legs around me,

    we begin to melt into each other,

   and where I begin and she ends,

    and where she begins and I end,

    started to blend.

I wasn’t certain that I was still one individual human.

Suddenly,

    she became everything to me.

Her feelings became the most important thing in the galaxy.

No one else mattered.

Matter didn’t matter.

Time and space folded for us.

Gravity ceased to be.

One person stretched out a moment with me,

      creating infinity.

Two stars exploded and a new one was born.

I faded away inside the soul of someone else,

    losing myself—

     willingly losing myself.

She stood tall at the center of my universe;

     A supernova;

    An anomaly.

It was a vulnerable submission to each other.

And magic was made.

Yes, science became magic.

Magic became science.

Real Alchemy achieved.

When her and I intertwined:

     her mind became my mind,

    her time became my time,

     her shine became my lighthouse.

Everything aligned.

And it was during this experiment 

      that our souls were tied.

Our love refused to be confined by the laws of space/time.

We defied the laws of physics with our magic.

A love potion was brewed.

Two souls were renewed.

A new element was discovered.

New music was made,

     one that combined edgy metal and sad love songs.

Skulls were given googly eyes.

Ravens turned white.

Every moment turned into a memory I never wanted to forget.

But then the pressure grew.

The temperature changed.

Someone else came along,

      picked up our experiment,

       and shook it.

And Danielle fell.

The experiment exploded,

     and all of our natural chemistry

     turned into a gas,

       before quickly evaporating. 

The magic didn’t last,

    And what we would’ve been together 

      became a mystery.

Whatever it was that we were discovering 

        had no chance of recovering.

Under the new weight,

     the bridge between science and magic collapsed.

. . .

The Clifford/Danielle Science Experiment #2 (written with song titles and lyrics)

And afterwards,

    it was music

      that kept us alive . . .

I loved her More Than Life

  She was The Sun To me 

If this wasn’t true love

      Then It Don’t Exist

Orpheus still couldn’t save

    Eurydice 

My Twin Flame 

    Became a HoneyBee

       Before she left me 

    The Fire died

     And I was left Terrified 

But

    She can still Waltz Right In again

     And Fall For Me

     If she has it in her to try again

      She’ll have a Home where wherever I go

I’ll love her through the Highs And Lows

I’d Run To Her if I had no other way

   I’d drive through the night

    I’d call her mom

The Only Thing Left now

    Is to let time pass

    And see if someday

      She’ll want to Walk This World With Me  

If not

  Then I’ll see my Lighthouse in Heaven someday

Until then

   I think I’ll watch the Blackbird try to fly 

    While wondering What It Feels Like to be loved by her 

We’ve run Out Of Time 

    But she was The Time Of My Life

    And now I am Incomplete without her

Home is her

     My home will always be with her

Now that I’ve been Burned By Love

    I am going through The Stages Of Grief

    But today

    I feel Everything All At Once

     And I want to sleep

     Until I can wake up in fifty years

     With her and I in Rocking Chairs

     Watching our dogs play from our front porch

     While our duck, Charlie, waddles in front of me

     And as our anxious turtle, Achilles

    ‘Sprints’ towards us 

    With a pie in oven

    And our grand-kids on their way . . .

I think I’d like to get lost in our music 

       until that day seems 

             more than just a fantasy to me . . . 

Excuse me while I sleep

    and listen to our music 

     until her and I seem more than just a convenient fantasy . . .

-CH 1/14/26