Love can be a strange affair....even in imagination.  :)


Never Too Old

He rouses her repose
Like displaced atoms
Of vascillating light.

A rotund and somber man,
A Rubenesque stranger
Rocking her cradle
With untimely deliberation.

She fell out into
His comforting grip,
His pulsating electrons
Polarizing hers.

Charge by charge
Ion by ion
Sharing half-lives
Left from spent love.

His energy balances
As he tames her light
Into one with him
In unamimous glow.

She finds her repose
Roused to find rest
Cradling his atoms.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-09-07 at 01:07

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NicholasG
Marvellous tale of gravitating dark matter ;-)
2009-09-07