http://theserotoninfactory.blogspot.com/2015/07/call-for-submissions-friday-love-poems.html
Open Letter From Eros to Dr. Helen Fisher
I
thanked you.
I
thanked you, because I thought you had set me free from
The
broken hearts that are still un-mended
The
abusive relationships that are never ended
The
unrequited lovers that have always pretended to be nothing more than friends.
I
was so tired, so I gave you the power and said,
“Show
them love exists.”
But
you resist, hiding behind computer screens
Trying
to glean which chemical shoots up which neuron.
Doctor,
you have misdiagnosed every single patient as an addict
To
the endorphins you say are morphing their brains
To
copulate to populate the world.
And
I ask you. How did this happen?
They
used to love.
They
used to be addicted to nothing but the beating of their lover’s heart
Pumping
love from one chest to rest of the other’s body,
Because they were
human beings, and I was around long enough to know
That
that’s what they were designed to do.
Poets
would fall in love ten thousand times before noon
Lovers
remarked that the sun’s light at night made love to the moon.
And
I ask you. How did this happen?
Making
them addicted to your anthropological theories
Infatuated
with your biological technology
In
love with the drive to your office.
All
this for what?
But
the madness of the gods is not something
You
can shove in a drawer and move onto more
Important
tasks
So
I ask you. How did this happen?
How can you sing the praises of science
When it is your self-reliance that has taken the mystery of
love out of our history books;
Muffled the flutter of hearts who see without eyes their
lover’s face
Or taste without lips the salt the slips into the dimples of
their hips.
But you don’t see any of this. Do you, doctor?
Love is not enough, though, is it?
You want to prove that I don’t exist as well,
Well, before you finish the job
I use my dying power to curse you:
You will never experience love again.
Find
a substitute.
I dare you.
You can read all the Inuit poetry you wish,
But you will still miss that surge passion while you witness
Every single person finding love
While
your conclusions will only find that human beings are complicated—
More
complicated for you to measure with the physical volume of their hearts
And until you accept this treasure as truth to ideal
You will never begin to understand love
Or calculate what lovers can feel.
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