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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