The blue light of the screen
Gives me results and ageing.
Can I work and not hurt myself?
Can I do science and stay young?
Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?
Conscious and curious,
I sit at my desk.
Some proteins survive boiling,
Some enzymes live happily ever after
The long drop freezing,
Some peptides bind like a child to a mum,
I will be a curly lysozyme today,
Hard working and efficient,
Yet sweet to taste.
Close to my body,
Your little young breath paces my life
Baby with innocent face
And voice of thunder,
Your sweetness spices my life