Love – by Mena Carna

Its simply biology

Chemistry, Alchemy

But without its benevolent amnesty

It’s made to build us a dynasty

A dynasty of our own

Because carved in our bones are the words

Nobody wants to die

-die alone

It causes wars and cellular divisions

 It causes collisions and hasty decisions

Depression, hallucinations, and painful incisions

That tampers with our temper and gives

Petty little visions

of what we are supposed to be, of how to be,

and how to feel

Pumpkin and lavender, mint and tobacco

a song painted red and black

a sweater you left behind

your favorite pick up line

It’s like heartburn, a bloody ulcer

An internal and external sore accompanied by

Heat that sifts into salty sweat that always tells a tale

Visions impaired, pupils dilated

Divided attention, privacy violated

No one’s exempt from the nasty libido

And nothing can fight it

It’s “bien Escondido”

Not karate, or Judo, or Ben or Jerry

Nor water that billows

Nor widows or pillows

And these pillows, they know all our secrets

Everything we whispered at midnight in vain

They’ve taken the burden, the stress, and the pain

The inner struggle of livid regrets

Into their case-for study

And the tear stained pillow always

Will comfort us with the reply that

Its simply biology

Chemistry, Alchemy

But without its benevolent amnesty

It’s made to build you a dynasty