failure to bond

I could never love chemistry 
with you. Never share your
evident, effervescent joy
in bonds and covalence - oh!
What wonderful, strange
lovely words your love 
of the stuff we are made of 
has! But all I can do 

is enthuse with you 
on that. 

I could spark the surfaces 
and dissolve confused thought 
in acid wit and mis-re-purposed 
sense, and perhaps you'd laugh,
enjoy or humor me, but this

deeper down love of yours
is too rare and noble a field
for one so slow and dense
to grasp your outstretched
invitation fast. Besides 

such bonds are bound 
to last.