- Erotic Poetry
- A Plausible Theory of Time Travel
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Even after all of this time
Sometimes, when my eyes will close
all I can see is
Her about to laugh
Her smile bending the light
Her about to say my name
Her leaned against my closed front door
The two of us together some kind of ward -
Salt across every threshold
Protective runes drawn on the floor
Sealed safe inside whatever space we shared
the way we made each other magic.
The way we filled up that space together
The way we overflowed every container -
ourselves, each other, the room, the world.
The way we spilled out of the present.
What are you looking at?
The same thing you are:
e v e r y t h i n g .
When we kissed, the planet spun slower.
But we sent now spinning so fast -
moments so alive, so present
they reframed both past and future.
Yesterday and tomorrow in fixed orbit around right now.
How many times did we collapse in on each other?
The light gone behind eyes squeezed shut.
How many universes did we create?
And despite
fluctuations in the product of our masses
and the inverse squares of our distance,
I've added the weight of all my subsequent joys -
dropped them like precious stones
Into the emotional gravity well that
we created out of the sum of each other.
so that
even after all of this time
Sometimes, when my eyes will close
I can feel her looking at me.
- COMMENTS
mikeswivesover 2 years agoThis ain't no cheesy frustrated high school poet.
This is the real thing.
I pride myself on my command of the language,
until I stand near someone who who is tall and musculary and flies effortlessly.
Then I remember that beyond my own thoughts there are people who live with huge brains and high precision vision and can tell me what thoughts I might have had if I listened to life a little better.
Oddly, my vision lets me see the science of my world.
I can tell by the language here that the author is a scientist.
Not some silly psychologist or even pedantic chemist.
This person is hard science. Not merely one fascinated with the ideas and enamored with those sciency words. This author is a physicist and thinks about those mysteries too, It casts a reflection in the language that runs throught all these works.
Thanks. The poem connected solidly.
Also, thanks for the contact with Ben Lerner. Did not know him before. Good stuff.
Lyricallialmost 3 years agoThis poem makes my heart beat a little faster, and I found myself holding my breath. And I want to cry a little.
"the way we made each other magic" just kills me.
I might be a little in love with this poem.
