Love as matter



Love as matter

Imagine a day where Science proves
that love occupies space and has mass, then it would consist of billions of atoms, each one with structure:
the nucleus, where it all starts with protons and neutrons dancing in ecstasy, capturing the chemistry that first notices, then binds, soon settling into a comfortable harmony, bliss;
surrounded by a cloud of orbiting electrons, acting as guardians, protecting this sacred new entity.
I would like to think with such understanding our reality could have been prevented:
the electrons discharged, settled in security, the protons morphed into photons and the neutrons?
They collapsed in apathy.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 28:
Here’s the final “Two for Tuesday” prompt of the month:
Write a matter poem. Matter is what things are made of.
Write an anti-matter poem. The opposite of a matter poem.


Every now and then two stars
Collide, crash into each other.
It’s unexpected, and intense,
Unseen forces that unite
For just an instant.
Always the crash reveals
Aspects of yourself you never knew.
Sometimes it results in one atomic mass, other times new halves separate.
I don’t think it matters which it is,
(as hard as it may be)
If you hold your hand out to the moon
And it shuns you,
At least you fall amongst the stars.

Copyright Hiraeth 2014