A Love Poem, of sorts

For Rod, on Valentine's Day (despite the fact he didn't even get me a card....). xx

Personal Physics, Up Close

Matter is not continuous,

cannot all be subdivided - 

and such is my love for you,

brimming overwhelming heartrush

itself a physical response

to chemicals I can’t control

launched by organs, glands and neurons,

themselves composed of DNA,

magnified to fundamental

building blocks, the base of matter - 

misnomer extraordinaire,

because it doesn’t matter much

except to scientific folk

who cannot see that what I need - 

eternal continuity

no subdivision of our lives - 

surfaces each time you touch me,

my chance heart, my quantum banquet.