if souls were made of things like:
compassion, anger and bliss
ours would be of the same.

the way we find presence
is enough substance to withhold a friendship.
the use of playful impiety  
is a reflection of deep affection.
in which we take all these and use
them in the same doses.

and although science says nothing
of souls but of cells and pedigree
it was always about how
differences brought things together
and our similarities drove us apart.

our bodies cave to the commands of science-
it's no surprise that the rules of attraction
bow down to it as well.