Shift of Matter (a love poem)

you

twitch your hand

so like the movement of viscous mass

atom and tongue

piercing with carbon

tell me,

graphite on a canvas wall

ask me to tell you why I

bubbled, changed color, changed temperature,

when you twitched your hand

so like a simple arching frequency wave

a signal, an indication,

that you and I talking was a shift of matter-

I bubbled, changed color, changed temperature,

Copyright 2015 Golden Star Poetry

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