Of things we are are made – of blood and bone
of the tendrils of nerves, a motor within us all
it’s revs and runs
an engine, but with involuntary control
in part
those deep down gut feelings
You know them
what you feel when love is near
– that first sight
And known as a visceral arousal
it pumps the heart, soars the blood
Sends your thoughts to warm delight
like a flush of flowers, soft in the blooming
a frisson within, like sprinkling rain
in a rapture, your heaven’s gain.
It’s sudden, inside & appears without warning
Yet heed me, come close and listen
No doctor fixes the cracks of heartbreak
the sad, that comes of a warped intuition
So before it’s too late
Make sure you’ve got good sense in your senses