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The Physics of Love






the physics of love …



for Carl Sagan (november 9, 1934 – december 20, 1996).





made of starstuff*, you and i, the random crossed paths of our orbits, reaching deeper into the quarks and gluons that bind us together, tiny strings, weaving a tapestry of oneness.

made of starstuff, you and i, intertwined synapses flowing through neural networks, somehow, in the ways of the cosmos, fusing these two beating hearts together.

made of starstuff, you and i, the unfathomable meeting of mind and soul, beyond the knowable, yet forging the knots, linking us in an unending entanglement of distilled love.

made of starstuff, you and i, the touch of our lips, the feel of our heartbeats, the brushing of our fingertips, remaining so inexplicably unquantifiable,

and felt,
so deeply immeasurable.




( * inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan and by Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson )







for Carl …



for Carl Sagan (november 9, 1934 – december 20, 1996)




when you visited us each week,
                    stirring wonder in all,

billions of synapses fired,
         or according to my teachers at the time,
         misfired!

        

                           and yet you comforted us,
                          your reason,
             logic,
                       and,

                dedication to the facts and always,
          
                              always
            to the science,
               and to science,

mentored us.

… and so as you left us here on this pale blue dot,

                you still live in the starstuff,

the stuff of life,
                                     mingling with the infinite depths of the cosmos,
                      
                      and as you taught us,
                          that there are more stars in the universe than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of earth,

                               still your vision lives within us all,
                       a testament to your humanism,
                    your genius,
             your warmth and all that you left behind,

& that, that humanity of yours,

             shall live on in the imagination of this speck of starstuff,
                as it floats,
                on the vastness of the great cosmic ocean …




( dedicated to the memory of Dr. Carl Sagan )






Passion in B-Major …





plucking heartstrings, the melody of our love soars,


mingling with thunderous desire as the crescendo roars.




whistling beyond the disjointed rhymes of our past,


a segue to the onset of the years ahead, a love meant to perennially last.




you take my hand in yours, and our fingers clasp tight, holding on for the longest time,


while the harmony of your beating heart and mine, thud-thuds in tuneful rhyme.




the tomorrows yet to unfurl may be harsh, our path ahead littered with nettles,


yet our love, our togetherness, our bond remains firm, as each passing storm as it always does, settles.




we are as one, the music stoking the furnace deep within our shared heart,


we are as one, our orchestral confluence intertwined, never to ever depart …




the passion of my pen: you




the passion of my pen: you …




this pen dipped in ink, scribbles odes to you,


my fingers caressing your bare back, paints words of a love so true,


while in your eyes swirls the raging fire,


the passion of my pen scalds my being entire.




i may scribble a poem or two, my meagre words unable to convey,


the roaring furnace you have lit within me, this dervish who in a daze does sway,


sprinkling kisses on your honeydew lips,


feeling the desire raw and thirsting, from my soul to my fingertips.




your love has breathed life, awakening my slumbering heart,


to beat in tune with yours, scribbling oaths to never be, ever apart,


for a love so complete, so warm and so achingly deep,


was once only dreamed of, in waking moments of thought, and in the cauldron of my restless sleep.




these odes, these poems, are but scribbles on the parchment of shared time,


tucked away in the recesses of memory, finding solace in each paltry rhyme,


assailed by the nettles of days gone by,


emotions billowing like smoke into the bluest sky.




the passion of my pen is the mirrored reflection of your love,


the stroking of your hair, your head on my chest, the bounty we were blessed with, from the heavens above,


when days were humid and sultry, the nights torrid, bathed in the essence of need,


when all subtlety fled, as our hunger growled, wanting it all with an insatiable greed.




i recall those years of long ago, when we danced in tune with each heartbeat,


when our bodies lay entwined, the sweat dripping off flesh, as our minds and souls did effortlessly meet,


i can never forget those minutes that stretched into hours, in the Johannesburg thunderstorms, drenched in the cooling African rains,


your body my canvas, from the tips of your velveteen mountaintops, to the savanna of your rolling silken plains.




i recall every one of those minutes, i can hardly forget the warmth of your breath, as we sighed in unison, skin upon blazing skin,


and were i to never love again, were i to never savour that ecstasy, i will forever bask in the paradise of those memories, and i will constantly keep you, for you will always remain my heaven within …



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