Love is a lot
like physics:
it takes study
to understand
how masses —
yours, his —
attract; how his body
heat conducts
and your heart rate
accelerates before
either has had time
to evaluate impact.
You think you get
principles of velocity,
assume his speed
at takeoff matches
yours. You fail to
account for force
or Newton's third
law of motion.
The outcome of that
one wrong electrical charge
leaves all the circuits
broken. You begin to
oscillate, fall from orbit,
finally calculate the variables
of just so much hot air.
2015 © Maureen E. Doallas
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See the physics poetry prompt at TweetSpeak Poetry.
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