phenylethylamine, dopamine, norepinephrine –
an ingredient list with which everyone has been familiar …
the chemicals making you feel “in love”
these chemicals – harmless enough considered alone –
fester forever in some nook or cranny of the human psyche
just waiting to bleed again when the proper stimulus strikes
someone’s direct eye contact triggers a primitive part –
a primitive forgotten piece of the normal human brain –
calling forth one of two reactions – approach or retreat
eyes flutter up to an unknown face, like butterflies
returning to the warm, golden sunshine after a rainstorm –
unsettling, primal, sexy… eyes stuck to the man with warm taffy
the visual voyage stays emblazoned in your memory forever…
your heart speeds leaving you in a delirious drowning –
your throat dries as dragons devour your devotion
your consciousness comes together and comes apart –
and then comes together again in pulses and patterns,
like standing in the desert sun and feeling you’re in shade
you approach, your confidence shattering around like
the dry crackling of a winter cold windshield as it
warms and cools – then warms again
your conversation with him is like making love,
a microwomb of emotional propinquity surrounding you
as you ignore the sulky mockeries of crucified smiles
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