There was a cork wedged into my spirit bottle
before we met, but at my first sight of you, molecules
of kinesin swiftly dragged a plump vesicle of endorphins
along a microtubule to the inner chamber of the brain’s
parietal cortex, igniting the sensation of love-bliss
until “love popped the cork on itself, splattered
my brains across the sky”, as old Hafiz wrote.