How I’d love to go walking
Through the orchard of your mind
To behold fertile neurons branching ever more intricately
In an arboretum lushly laden with sweet serotonin
My fingers search restlessly for the roots of your dopamine
My tongue drowns itself craving your acetylcholine
I long to climb your axons and shake ripe neurotransmitters
From the delicate tips of your dendritic branches
I ache to see your potential in action
To be blinded by the searing speed of your electric signal
As it sparks from node to node
To be swallowed by the violent beauty
Of vesicles fusing with your pre-synaptic membrane
How I wish to be one of your post-synaptic neurons
So that I may feel flooded by your molecules
In the electric throes of neuronal excitation
I hyperpolarize when you are near
Gripped by GABA, I am mesmerized
I’m living to see behind your eyes
Depolarize me anytime
