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"The first time you invited me into your bed, my velocity increased tenfold until we were rocking away, our mouths forming equations against papery skin and penciled-in spine. You see, neglecting air resistance (which, trust me, there was no resistance), all bodies fall with the same constant acceleration, so I had good reason to believe you were falling like me, all twisted hair and crooked smiles. Galileo discovered both this and the stars and, with your galaxy eyes, I’m beginning to think the two must be related. I could think of nothing to do, when I was wrapped around you, equator hugging earth, other than to blow out my cigarette smoke and comment “I’d stay here forever, you know – I could stay here at rest.” You smiled, but you didn’t understand that nothing could make me move from that spot, you had my inertia down to less-than-zero with your ink-stained hands and I had screeched to a halt with my insides burning, with the velocity and the friction all at war from falling so fast. I’ve learned that, when two objects interact, the force exerted on them is equal and opposite, but it was our experiments in fucking and falling that got me hoping that maybe Newton was wrong on that one and there was nothing opposite in your blistered lips and hungry tongue. We were so much more than gravitation.
What I’m trying to say, without the calculations, is –
let’s do it again sometime."

— Love Letter From A Physicist | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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