THE MOLECULES OF LOVE

Welcome to the party.

Cure my ennui,

plant seeds of love

in my brain.

Pheromones

curl up my spine

ready for courtship, —

the hate that means love.

When I say, “I Love you,”

and she replies, “I like you,”

I brainstorm clever ways

to kill myself.

But, peptides in my gut

tell me she loves me.

Firing synapses in my brain

order me to be patient.

I keep the party going and wait.