You’ve dissevered my soul
like an atom smasher,
and my being,
my very nucleus
lies in particles,
like snow flakes
made of slivers
of glass,
like steel sleet.
That was my sanity,
splayed out there
now streaming,
now evaporating
into the thin vapor
of love-thoughts
of a billion other lovers—
this passion-mist
hovering like a mushroom cloud
after hearts collide.
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