I am the oxytocin flustered chimp
Who lost his precious baculum (penis bone)
And gained a royal flush of blood,
to the thrush of a boneless universe,
To a place bigger than any God.
You are the estrogen-dripping monkey-ness
Whose knee caps attest, – Just like mine –
To when we became blissfully sloppy,
Rolling and fencing tongues. And I am, the general of my actin
And myosin, my sliding filament theory.
I wear my adipose covered
By the stitch of my skin; I burn the fat,
Inside a pear-shaped kiln. I’m infinitely, the elephant inside
Your room and you are my Elephas maximus;
The man who exonerates whales,
As the humpback sings her beautiful song.
And I love you, knowing you never
Give me Meg Ryan moments of ghost whales, high on coffee,
I look at your little tummy, now getting
Flabbier, with a little flap of fat;
And you doing your exercises, to lose it all, fast.
Our love is;
Aves in graceful gender,
Hominoidea in our bipedal-ness,
Cetacea in orgasms.
And in that dopamine charged moment,
Oxytocin surrenders to a briefly risen bliss,
Of poetic overhaul,
To the charge of the serotonin brigade.