LOVE HORMONE
Oxytocin starved astronomer
Mimics Orion, hunting lions,
Chasing skirt
Up the wrong leg.
The inability to secrete,
Let down, feel empathy;
Hence the psycho prevails,
Clashes resound.
Squelched desires jangle,
Jilted car commanding astronaut
Double parking
To pepper spray a rival,
While back on earth
Nothing blows up well
For the demolitionist,
Neither concrete monstrosity
Nor the ugliest obstacle.
Assaulted with meat,
Sun wooden, anger builds
Resolutely as prison tatts claiming flesh.
Heather, this is a very beautiful poem, with surprising moments and inflections, and compelling in its forward momentum. Thank you.