organic chemistry

if i cannot give all my love to you,
with a higher passion, i must grow
develop and transform,
the malformed heart is traditional,
but i have recycled those old tissues for
something a bit brighter,
stronger- held together by the plasma of optimism
each vessel of the blood, to be tied like his hands
on judgement day.

if i cannot make love to those
whose taste is the most tangible
then to the tangents of the human psyche
i must tred
to kiss each wavelength and caress with electric fingertips
the ridges of the left brain, tiny rivers of eccentricities
leaving me alone, with infinite thoughts
smothering me,
most ardently, wholeheartedly.