The Power of Precursor Pheromones

I imagine your face in the haze

Breathing out in a set of nostrils penetrating the fog

Of tonight drifting into tomorrow

Exiting the notion that a pair of eyes will follow  

The scent of the pheromones detect and draw in the urge

To ingest rather than withdraw

Decision encapsulated in a compulsion

How could any of this be driven by any stretch of emotion  

Latched to logic; there is only what is immediate

Magnetic the urge to protect or to fly

The mechanism that inserts itself in the end debate

Of whether to draw sword willing to die  

The battle of reaction of what is worth a totality

Mixed in the serum of embattlement

That bares the crest of love’s mercurial tapestry

Stitch, paint and unlatch the gate  

Horses will run free berating plains with hoof-fire   

That at the sniff of the starter gun this barrier has been undone

The stampede towards consequence is a tsunami to quake the indolence

Of resigned hearts pumping languid blood 

The smell is the rudimentary biological precursor to evolutionary

Ladders stepping across stones on the murky pond of explanations

The scent sits sideways like a harlequin joker-man dancing to the nightingale

By the light of the moon and introductions need nothing further  

Than what a genetic musk interprets across continental babble languages

To be two bodies approaching