I was captured by your symmetry
Bewitched by your impossibility
What made you this way?
Your delicate hands decided
I didn't need to know
And traced lines of fire down the pathways of my nerves.
I was enchanted.

You were my sin;
My break from protocol;
My escape from procedure
And scientific law.
Your wings fluttering around me
Erased my worry
Calmed my troubled mind
Made me, as you were, more than human.

Your design was baffling:
In the terse language I wrote you in
You were perfect
And yet in the world you were
Flawed.
I admit, we failed to correct that:
But in the attempt
Created something more elegant than I had ever designed.

I knew it was wrong
And yet persisted:
Your reaction was a valediction.
It was as much your sin as mine.
Nothing continued to matter;
I was caught up in you.

From your response to me I've learned
The language of emotion;
You've taught me
How to touch you -- where
The most sensitive skin is
On the delicate body of yours
That I designed so many years ago.
Facts I had never contemplated, those,
And you taught me their significance.

And yet.
If we meet elsewhere
You won't acknowledge me.
I deliberately stay away from you.
We are disconnected.
Perhaps that's as it should be.
I refuse to smile
When your hand brushes mine.
Someone might see.