July 18, 2009

• An erotic poem for the intellectual. . .

  This is NOT my poem (I only wish!), it was sent in as a letter to the editor of Scientific American magazine by Emily Brown. 

  I Love Your Mind

  How I'd love to go walking
  Through the orchard of your mind
  Fertile neurons branching
  Intricately evermore
  Arboretum lushly laden with sweet serotonin

  My fingers itch to dig up your
  deep-rooted dopamine
  My taste buds drown themselves
  in craving
  Your savory acetylcholine
  I long to climb up your axon
  And shake ripe neurotransmitters
  From the delicate tips of your
  dendritic branches

  I ache to see your action potential
  in action
  To be blinded by the searing speed
  of your electric signal
  As it sparks from node to node
  To behold the violent beauty of
  vesicles fusing with your pre-
  synaptic membrane-
  Pouring their contents into your
  synaptic cleft
  How I wish to be your postsynaptic
  cell
  So that I may be flooded by your
  molecules

  Inhibitory, excitatory-it thrills
  me to my core
  I hyperpolarize every time you're
  near me
  Gripped by glycine
  Transfixed, mesmerized
  Living to be behind your eyes
  Depolarize me anytime

   

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