A florid kiss upon the stair
(It seemed to me a marble plinth)
Which sent me, reeling, unaware
I’d fallen in a labyrinth,
A place I’d never been before
That languid evening, autumn’s end,
A distant room, an unlocked door.
The things I couldn’t comprehend,
The principles of Fourier,
Of Heisenberg’s uncertainty,
Of Boltzmann, Dopler, Babinet,
Were suddenly quite clear to me.
To think that I conceived it all
With just one kiss upon the stair,
That marked my rescue, proved my fall.