My atoms desire your atoms, they are poems that soar above the stars that made them
they reach out to you, wanting, dreaming of fate, although it scorns them
for nothing much happens when you fall in love
on a sub atomic basis
Just wanting, just dreaming of the light that shines on your face, the same light that travelled from a star to find you
in this room where I find you, seeking a sock, consulting the clock on your iphone, measuring our time
must atoms
rhyme?
to form a garland of verse
or must they disperse, to the dark side of verse,
Where I curse
the impulse that compels you
to leave me for the cornflakes aisle in Tesco
and there find atoms of our former selves
on the pastry shelves
that day we got profiteroles
that touched such sweet things in our souls
til we mingled and tingled
like a loom band bewitched.
A poem
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