I am the white noise <br />to the record spin, <br />and you, <br />my darkly perverse king, <br />are an atom bomb explosion. <br /> <br />Your irises make up a <br />super-condensed universe. <br />when you stand in the sun. <br />You must know this. <br />I'm surprised that it <br />doesn't burn you up <br />from the inside. <br /> <br />I swear you must give off <br />some kind of radiation, <br />because I become sick for days <br />after you leave. <br /> <br />How I survived being <br />so near your being <br />I will never know. <br />Yet I will spend <br />my life recovering <br />from the short time <br />we were close. <br /> <br />I only endured your presence. <br />I only bit my tongue.<br /><br />B.B. Loring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-we-splitting-the-atom-today-sir/
