Tuesday, 14 February 2017

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. 

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