"He is Many Metals" by Amanda Pape

He is many metals

Cunning cobalt conception

Methodical in his ways

Magnesium in his muse

He sparks with intuition

White fire wonder 

Upon golden words 

He bends a phrase with ease

Turns me like a gear

Fits into me the same

To coax our symbiotic movement

And in his inner workings I find

Delicate copper tresses

A tangle of intricate wiring

Where cognitions conduct

Electron elegance 

In his grip, titanium

Quick silver evasion

He is 

Elusive, ineffable