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Love Is Like Radioactivity...
Love is like radioactivity
Spaced between ribs
Targeting all that should move properly
Hands move to change, to draw up
And as they go, I’ll learn to date…
I’ll paste the layers of the earth
To the bottom of my feet –
Gaining permanence in practice
Storing history in fossils that make up my steps
The ages of love will follow me,
Just as the stars move with the earth.
Seasons will watch as I struggle
And fear will ask that I cease
Yet, when I open my eyes
Am greeted by the blooming heavens
I am aware that to learn the signs of love
I must learn the signs of decay.
I cannot not know myself.
So as I am changed -
The pursuit of my own understanding,
The seeking of my compass
As it aligns with the layers of my feet,
All of these things must be shared.
I’ll deliver them to you on the tips of my fingers
Where the ocean,
The sky,
The galaxies,
All sit and chatter amongst themselves.
Each individual, tapped out
Each knowing,
Me.
Myself.
I.
I will umbrella myself from the words of description
So that I give no push
To the decay that comes with the energy.
Because anything radioactive decays
And love is required of life.
It will come on
Naturally,
Painfully,
Joyfully,
And then it will corrode away
Washed out of existence by the bleaching of tears –
Change, then morph,
Maybe even disappear.
Love comes, love changes,
And then love goes.
Maybe it doesn’t want to.
Maybe it must.
Maybe it should.
The decay can last a moment,
Finger tips over skin,
Breezeway dancings;
Or it can take change in its folds, tucking it away
As a treasure guarded from the bite of the wind
A decade.
A millennium.
It will ride on the wings of the heart until it imbeds.
The atmosphere will observe this ratio
This half life of a half life
Cycles that release
Absorb,
Maybe even reform.
Love dated –
Found in the ozone
Trapped in the ice
Depositing trace amounts through ages we deem uncomplimentary
Love is radioactive
Is born, touching with out-stretched fingers
Meaning to heal, but transforming instead.
Love is like radioactivity
Used to date, record, monitor,
Human aided to target the soul
Developing all that should move properly.
Spaced between ribs
Targeting all that should move properly
Hands move to change, to draw up
And as they go, I’ll learn to date…
I’ll paste the layers of the earth
To the bottom of my feet –
Gaining permanence in practice
Storing history in fossils that make up my steps
The ages of love will follow me,
Just as the stars move with the earth.
Seasons will watch as I struggle
And fear will ask that I cease
Yet, when I open my eyes
Am greeted by the blooming heavens
I am aware that to learn the signs of love
I must learn the signs of decay.
I cannot not know myself.
So as I am changed -
The pursuit of my own understanding,
The seeking of my compass
As it aligns with the layers of my feet,
All of these things must be shared.
I’ll deliver them to you on the tips of my fingers
Where the ocean,
The sky,
The galaxies,
All sit and chatter amongst themselves.
Each individual, tapped out
Each knowing,
Me.
Myself.
I.
I will umbrella myself from the words of description
So that I give no push
To the decay that comes with the energy.
Because anything radioactive decays
And love is required of life.
It will come on
Naturally,
Painfully,
Joyfully,
And then it will corrode away
Washed out of existence by the bleaching of tears –
Change, then morph,
Maybe even disappear.
Love comes, love changes,
And then love goes.
Maybe it doesn’t want to.
Maybe it must.
Maybe it should.
The decay can last a moment,
Finger tips over skin,
Breezeway dancings;
Or it can take change in its folds, tucking it away
As a treasure guarded from the bite of the wind
A decade.
A millennium.
It will ride on the wings of the heart until it imbeds.
The atmosphere will observe this ratio
This half life of a half life
Cycles that release
Absorb,
Maybe even reform.
Love dated –
Found in the ozone
Trapped in the ice
Depositing trace amounts through ages we deem uncomplimentary
Love is radioactive
Is born, touching with out-stretched fingers
Meaning to heal, but transforming instead.
Love is like radioactivity
Used to date, record, monitor,
Human aided to target the soul
Developing all that should move properly.
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