Love has no sinew, bone or flesh
there are no nerves to love
and if there is chemistry
it is the arcane kind only mystics mix
even they are frauds.

The doctor speaks of bone to cut out
and relieve the pain, then medication
to alleviate the pain, then time
to take away the pain, then the prognosis
is good enough — perhaps
you’ll survive (or I will
or if we’re lucky we both will)

Love has no manual, no wires, or powersource
there are no circuits in love
and if there is electricity
it is the apocryphal kind only contractors charge for
and they are certainly frauds

The doctor speaks of sterilized tools to cut out
and remove the source, the anesthetics
to prevent the pain, then a room
to stay in while you heal, then time
to be sure you will heal, then a new prognosis
regardless whether it’ll be good enough.

You’ll survive (most likely)
Most likely we’ll survive.
I’ll survive. I know, I’ll survive.