Equation
11/12/13 22:02
An old science teacher of mine once had a saying
Proximity plus hormones equals true love
And I know that it's true
I know that my blood has boiled
At the thought of a woman's bare shoulders
Because a gland
Somewhere in my my pelvis
Just squeezed some juice out into my bloodstream
Causing a conditioned response telling me
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Which my conscious brain then reinterprets as
"I'd really like to get to know you better"
And in this modern digital age, I know,
There is a world of bare shoulders
And any other bare thing I'd care to mention
Available for my viewing pleasure
That will generate all the hormones I could want
But not proximity
To see someone's face close enough to kiss
And know that a piece of glass is not in the way
To see their back arching and flexing
And know it is not an array of light emitting diodes
Blending their hues together to recreate
The idea of the shape
To hear a voice speak my name
And know it isn't a collection of metal and plastic
Vibrating to produce a reconstruction of the sound
The hind brain may not care
But I know the difference
And when someone catches my eye
And, in my gland-addled state
I think that I have caught theirs
The testosterone pushes me close
And keeps me there attempting conversation
Hoping for a hint that their glands
Are similarly extruding in response to me
The hindbrain hoping that familiarity will breed
Not contempt
Just breed
While my civil prefrontal cortex fights it
And asks with genuine interest about her day
And her mother
And her favorite television shows
Because I don't just want to satisfy my Sertoli cells
And generate a rabid pack of tadpoles
To go chasing down a tunnel
I want all of it
I want proximity
I want to eat with her
Talk with her
Walk with her
Watch movies with her
Comfort her
Hold her in the dark
I want the complete equation
Even if it's just the result of chemicals
Because my body is me
And my thoughts are bound in it
And cool rationality will never turn to me in bed
And wish me a good night's sleep
Proximity plus hormones equals true love
And I know that it's true
I know that my blood has boiled
At the thought of a woman's bare shoulders
Because a gland
Somewhere in my my pelvis
Just squeezed some juice out into my bloodstream
Causing a conditioned response telling me
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Which my conscious brain then reinterprets as
"I'd really like to get to know you better"
And in this modern digital age, I know,
There is a world of bare shoulders
And any other bare thing I'd care to mention
Available for my viewing pleasure
That will generate all the hormones I could want
But not proximity
To see someone's face close enough to kiss
And know that a piece of glass is not in the way
To see their back arching and flexing
And know it is not an array of light emitting diodes
Blending their hues together to recreate
The idea of the shape
To hear a voice speak my name
And know it isn't a collection of metal and plastic
Vibrating to produce a reconstruction of the sound
The hind brain may not care
But I know the difference
And when someone catches my eye
And, in my gland-addled state
I think that I have caught theirs
The testosterone pushes me close
And keeps me there attempting conversation
Hoping for a hint that their glands
Are similarly extruding in response to me
The hindbrain hoping that familiarity will breed
Not contempt
Just breed
While my civil prefrontal cortex fights it
And asks with genuine interest about her day
And her mother
And her favorite television shows
Because I don't just want to satisfy my Sertoli cells
And generate a rabid pack of tadpoles
To go chasing down a tunnel
I want all of it
I want proximity
I want to eat with her
Talk with her
Walk with her
Watch movies with her
Comfort her
Hold her in the dark
I want the complete equation
Even if it's just the result of chemicals
Because my body is me
And my thoughts are bound in it
And cool rationality will never turn to me in bed
And wish me a good night's sleep