Love Is Energy

Yes, I will always feel you. For love is energy, and like the purest magic, “energy can neither be created nor destroyed—only converted from one form of energy to another.” But no, no physics (meta or otherwise) can predict the future shape of our feels: only words and acts tell.

To feel me,

love, just remember

ours is one

Heart no one but us

can tear to pieces.

for Y, my favorite physicists in the whole wide world (and the mad soul who dared me to turn the law of conservation of energy into something magical and romantic)

linked to Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #19: Birthing Hope)

Knowing Love in the Time of COVID-19

A month or so ago, I read an article that said “YOU are your safest sex partner”. My first thought was, Sure, especially if you’re hygienic about it. After a few chuckles (what can I say? I have the sexual humor of a hormonally overactive teenager) and further reading, that proved the article was not a joke, I began to think, I guess they might be on to something.

Then, my eyes glimpsed the headline, “Masturbation is all the rage in New York City through the coronavirus pandemic”, imagined the expressions the statement would put on some faces I know, and I began forwarding the link while laughing like a maniac. The poem bits that follow were inspired by my more serious reaction to the wonderful piece of pandemic street art accompanying the article.

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Love

knows barriers

can’t stop knowing

what true love feels

like.

true love knows

barriers can’t stop

us loving

our love knows

barriers can’t stop

knowing love

for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #18: Art (and turmoil, it seems) Begets Art, birth words inspired by Pandemic Street Art from around the world)