Your devices [Poem]

Your surface tension is very attractive to me.

I find no more than a leaf can float on top of you, without many calculations.

When you get cold you begin to expand, solidify, breaking your container.

Your temperature can be raised, you can scold anyone then.

Feelings and emotions are supposed to be fluid like you and may they not be so hot tempered.

When too hot you evaporate, that is good for our faces.

You are a matter of life with power to separate from death.

You are a social talk, environmental concern, global issue, a business for some.

Quite a solvent you are, sparkling, still, pure, dirty, flowing, falling, spraying.

You are like a woman to me.