Sunday, March 13, 2016

love and quantum mechanics

"don't look: waves
                          look: particlesAatish Bhatia

yes, beloved, let's make love

you touch my lips
i'll touch the stem of your desire rising

every touch a quivering idea
each touch an embodied vibration

the flowers once cut are dying
the seeds once formed awaiting life

my skin is a fire of white sails
your look is a wooden boat

the ocean is land and the land sea
we're traveling outward and into one another

where terrain is dangerously invisible
where light manifests as mountainous

where waves pleasurably cut the skin