Emotion detector

If I hold my second breath and
you raise me ’til I fold
and the hand of God
reached out to me
to paint old into my hair
and my eyes were seven
diamonds on two hearts then
could we share
a love that finds a way
through
the fleeting tremors
of our lives?

I thought that
anyone at all could be
the mistress
I desired, but
when the automatic
element of imagination
was hot wired
it was not so

I am a slave to my
testosterone,

homo-erectus,
did being so
wreck my dreams?

© 2017, John Smallshaw.