The Physics of Love
Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet.
A girl who moves like a flower petal
pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then,
like Newton’s apple,
I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her,
with a thump.
With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love

So, on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, Doby Greenhorn prepared to leave. He packed some provisions; a compass, a large box of matches, some rope, a leather bottle full of water, a little money, a sturdy walking stick and some other odds and ends his mother threw at him. And, as the poem goes…


“As I set out, in early morn, the whole world for to see,
These are the things my blessed mother, came and said to me.”

“Beware the fettered Giant, In the valley down below! Restrained by iron ringlets, near the well where lovers go…

Beware the flaxen Ferry, if you see him down the lane, he’ll offer you the world and more, but only bring you pain…

Be not dismayed by goblins if they’re out during the day, just teach them a new riddle and they’ll let you on your way.

A blackened cat upon the road will bring bad luck it’s said, unless you chase it down at once, and beat it till it’s dead!

But most important, is that song, which lures all men near… The sound like golden honey being spooned into your ear! A song which sparks that deepest longing, a sense of warmth and cheer!

The song of evil Sirens is the thing which most I fear…

So put thy hand across thy breast and make a solemn pledge, to never follow lilting tunes up to the waters edge!

And if you do, and see a maiden bathing in the sun, more beautiful then any queen that ever had been won! With eyes as green as sun bleached moss and face pleasant and fun, Who’s magic makes it quite impossible for you to run!

Then draw thy dagger from thy waist and place it to thy beating heart, and plunge that steel with all thy strength, to lay thy noble breast apart!

Far better be, to take thy life and keep thy soul embowered, then ever kiss those bitter lips and have thy flesh devoured!

For Sirens never eat the dead, and though thy blood runs ruby red, thy honor rests upon thy head, and follows thee to life after…”

”I made the pledge, and kissed her face, and off I went my path to chase! With dagger hanging from my waist… That dagger dangling at my waist… “

where do i end and you begin?
in the grasp, you hold me in,
when i am merely a summer breeze
or a kiss of death.
what am i to you,
if nothing more than
crashing symphonies
playing tone-deaf melodies?
i am entirely unto you,
bound to your grace
where i am held, hostage;
in the belief that if you kiss my poisonous lips
and seek refuge
where i do not deserve
such a happily ever after
but a gravestone next to yours.

a mortal, unfortunate, unwelcome to earth
for he holds the sword, and never rebirth
in this first life of his, still on agony
waiting for his bride and prayed for the deity
to remove the sword that was pierced on his chest
just to stop breathing and be on a rest
yet so unlucky, because of this futile punishment
alive yet experiencing the sensation of torment
only his bride can change the prophecy
moments had passed, but it was a catastrophe
his bride can’t remove the sword
so the goblin insisted that his bride is absurd
the deity appeared and spill out the honesty
only true love can change the present reality
the wife fell inlove truly with the goblin
yet, death is following her within
they fought death and the power of the gods
hope were the only miracle behind those odds
but the unexpected has brought something strange
the girl died so the future will never be change
the goblin waits hundreds of years for her wife to come back
until now, he waits and waits for her wife to come back..