Above the fences,
beyond walls
outside our self-wrought barricades
our hearts connect
anode, cathode, *
to some cosmic battery.
We cannot touch
our ions would explode
and all the world
would melt.
Yet our magnetic tears
are mixed
producing heat and light.
Without you
I could not see
to write another poem,
nor would I have
the energy
to smile.
.
(c) 1979, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
.
* Lame metaphor based on what I remembered from chemistry and physics classes – electric batteries, anodes and cathodes, etc.
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This is just a dumb metaphor from chemistry class (or was it physics?) when we were learning about how batteries work…. flashlights, etc. (Lighting up love….)
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I’ll have to tell you later how I “misinterpreted” this one!!
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Yes, I’m wanting to know!! 🙂
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