Biochemistry of Love

You pour the morning doses of dopamine, serotonin, tryptophan
dissolved in coffee into a black-red pot.
You wait a minute, concentrating,
and drink small sips,
while listening to Leonardo Cohen's
endless saga of love for ever.
And you just wonder
what's longer:
his saga or his love,
his dance or life in dancing.

Your aorta dilates and your jugular veins tense.
Your knees, thighs, arms tremble like masts in a storm.
Is that separation biochemistry or a hormonal storm,
caused by music and hoarse baritone?
We all are made of both memories
and conditional reflexes,
no matter how cool we look.
In human language, you know,
there are such hooks,
catching the neural necklace.
While breaking they scattered all around,
rolling everywhere like drops of mercury.
Then all of a sudden they go down again
and braid into a plait.
That's how magic works.

You are here?
Are you still with me?
Are you listening to my immense monotony
or fell asleep?
Hope you perceive my saga,
having no beginning,
and therefore there is no end of it.


©  Valentin Luchenko, 2020