An invention called love:
A fusion of chemically-charged brain cells
Flooding the gates, spacing out
And spreading to your fingertips;
Electricity conducted between
Two random flying objects in space;
It's science, fools
I discovered this in a Sunday dream
And haven't stopped wondering since
What life would be like without our prince
To frisk us away from our towers,
Out of the jagged maw of a dragon
(Out of the cold claw of science),
And into a place where neurons don't react
And we're silly people seeking
Not to fade away in a highway motel, but
Is this a biological attraction?
And you answer: How can anyone know that?
Because when he sees she they see stars
And what chemistry creates that?
I create it around me from a hollow part in me;
I am the chemist;
I create that.