Love explained by Science

Its amazing that oxytocin Is the love hormone, the nurturer The collector, a philanthropic strain in you. Science though is in a compound fix Trying to rationalize love. It is dimension-less Unit free, absent of measurable-forces, Lacks both conjecture and hypothesis Or for that matter proof or conclusion. It is the perfect mystery Like many…

A Photograph from Vietnam

I see my wife with her camera Snapping little spiders, grasshoppers Pride of Japan flowers or even A little shell from the sea. And we poets Will make a picture tangible with metaphors How spiders are supreme architects Of cobwebs, how grasshoppers are tall pole vaulters And how the pride of Japan pales A chrysanthemum…

Scotch

You summon me liked a king You’ve preyed on my instinct And played with my tongue I’m amazed at how your spirit Perforates the air sacs and clouds My judgment. You let my lips Kneel down to you and honor the foretaste of burn And your flammable body slips Past me, leaving an after-presence Of…