Atoms of Change

A poem about the building blocks of passion

If I beheld thee in the rain cerulean eyes demanding dry land to layout thine scars, I’d read thee poetry on the sands of Babylon. I would tell you myths writ in starry oblivions above. As supernovas burst at the closing epilogue of feverish desire ignite in the huntress of moaning winds as silent cues settle over our kindling minds enveloped as dew upon a morningtide leaf.

Alas! in dream’s light I know you don’t glimpse upon my ardent tempestuous grin for words, I etch in Zen Koans to capture your beauty in fleeting moments, as a painter does an ocean or a physicist, doth see energy transmuted never lost nor created, always free.

For I don’t desire immortality but only eternity in memories of impressions upon your lips. Through your golden hair, fingers entwined caress as you shiver drenched Autumn breeze doth sing knowing truth is but a wish away, in blooming maple trees. For I to you and you to me while every secret doth contain with the heart’s incessant maze Ariadne’s riddle, cosmic quandaries of love, atoms, and change.

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