Is it your outer form that I prefer?
Your essence draws me like strange spiral memes,
That reach as far as Olduvai, I’m sure,
To flood my brain with dopamine—and dreams.
I felt my body twitch at your first sight,
My eyes grew wider than they had before;
Yet held I on with all my mortal might,
To fight that force that bade me find the floor.
Yet you are flesh and blood—no more I see,
By sight alone your power was bestowed
Upon that form which God or fate made—me—
Through puppet strings that humans know as love.
These messengers that inner script relays,
Now orchestrate life’s dance of wills and ways.

© Loubert S Suddaby.  All Roghts Reserved.