By: Rebecca Davey (third year MPhys Physics with Study in Europe)
Competition Year: 2012
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Friend of a friend, fancy tea?
Free this weekend? and bam
I sit on your floor,
child-rapt and voyeuristic,
watching you work,
all brow and wires.

Blind to the master plan
hidden in your mind's eye
I scrutinise your bookshelf
as your hands, obsessed,
pick at my peripheral vision.
True child of science.

You quiz me on magnetism
over our neglected lunches
and whilst my brain scrambled,
with your eyes searching mine,
did you see me falling
into your event horizon?
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