What is love?

What is love?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is love,
but chemicals integrating
on the spit forming
ties consumed in a kiss,
shared, turning around,
riding the highs naturale,
until the connection of
mind with body says
" Stop!" 
"That's all!"
"It's cooked!"

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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"What is love,
but chemicals integrating
on the spit forming
ties consumed in a kiss,"

Interesting perception of love. It's cooked alright. Somehow this made me laugh. I liked reading this :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Dr. YumnaKay

7 Years Ago

It doesn't pay to being a lovebird either ;) better safe than sorry :P
andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

hahahaha and yes i know my poetry is over the top, just like to be bizarre sometimes away from the n.. read more
Dr. YumnaKay

7 Years Ago

Not over the top, just too good for this tiny head here to understand ;)
You're welcome! A p.. read more
It's always a delight to read your poetry Andrew. I love the last line. Perfect! :) Julie

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Wow! thank you julie that's a nice compliment!:)
Lovely and delectable. The simplicity is elegant and well organized. "ties consumed in a kiss..." I enjoyed this a lot. It's all delicious until it's stuck on your pan. Hmm.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thank you for your lovely review erica
And it sizzles until one day it just evaporates - just like that!! Then only the dark stain of "the way we were" remains on the spit.
This speaks loudly to me AM.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thank you as always tony

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