Biology
We are doomed to love Those who we want to love need to love ache to love. And what of those who love us; How much must they shower upon us; unbidden love? in quiet in-exactitude. Only to watch us fix our gaze, steadfastly, upon the form of our Love. They watch us, until those we love enter us absorbed in our entity sprouting inside us rooting for nourishment lush pink lotuses in a teeming pond… An exact cohesion ensues, each cell powered by this combustion; the lotus derives nourishment now, it blossoms, opening its soft, lustrous petals, a shimmering saga of the night. The pond, a resplendent aquatic being of light. Its beauty, irrevocably enhanced, enshrined inside an influx of new life an orchestra of biological orgasms, arching as the symbiotic micro-ecosystems lock into place. Springing forth new life, as they follow the Sun. Unlike an inundation of inco...