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An Introduction To Fairy-String Theory
1.
In the midst of the unrelenting
and implacable ocean waves of life
I’ve made the molecular heart-docking calculations
that prove our subatomic kisses
were forged and dispersed
from the harsh center
of every radioactive star.
2.
The unmeasurable nanoseconds
when your lips thrust towards mine:
it is then that I transform into your quantum-gravitational slave,
spinning helplessly in moon-like pirouettes
like a fawning Janus,
blissfully content to orbit
the tender brilliance
of Saturn’s rings.
3.
My eyes glow with electromagnetic fervor
as you plant me into the regenerative soil
of this face-to-face embrace.
Our bodies unite in supersymmetry
as your artful emerald fingers
tend this love-garden into abundance.
With moves reminiscent of a graceful ballet,
the delicate and fruitful interplay
between your consciousness and mine
weaves each of our many weaknesses
into a geometrically precise canvas of strength.
4.
Every day your tongue ties the
cherry stems of my heart
into a tsunami of Origami-like creations,
each of which rises awkwardly skyward
on prismatic paper wings that joyfully scintillate
in the humbled rays of the illuminating sun.
In the midst of the unrelenting
and implacable ocean waves of life
I’ve made the molecular heart-docking calculations
that prove our subatomic kisses
were forged and dispersed
from the harsh center
of every radioactive star.
2.
The unmeasurable nanoseconds
when your lips thrust towards mine:
it is then that I transform into your quantum-gravitational slave,
spinning helplessly in moon-like pirouettes
like a fawning Janus,
blissfully content to orbit
the tender brilliance
of Saturn’s rings.
3.
My eyes glow with electromagnetic fervor
as you plant me into the regenerative soil
of this face-to-face embrace.
Our bodies unite in supersymmetry
as your artful emerald fingers
tend this love-garden into abundance.
With moves reminiscent of a graceful ballet,
the delicate and fruitful interplay
between your consciousness and mine
weaves each of our many weaknesses
into a geometrically precise canvas of strength.
4.
Every day your tongue ties the
cherry stems of my heart
into a tsunami of Origami-like creations,
each of which rises awkwardly skyward
on prismatic paper wings that joyfully scintillate
in the humbled rays of the illuminating sun.
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