Who would have imagined this?
The chemistry of the mind
tangles a tumultuous notion.
A spark of energy, a whim, drew 4 souls
at different times in different places to conceive 2 beings.
And thus it begins. The chemistry….
emotion is but a chemical reaction, coupled with the beholders perceptions
bringing forth an urge, a decision, an action.
The cerebral pulsations are liken to “The Web”, a vast extension of all this Chemistry… THE ALCHEMIST!
The Alchemist has the ability to hook these 2 beings, at least within the whimsical eyes of him.
She is un-knowing in-yet knowing.
Fatima the Coffee girl splendid in her openness,
Splendid in her self, casts a spell.
Eyes which smolder and glow like volcanic embers, hinting at the belied FIRE within
The Fire that erupts upon contact.
“Too much!” “Too much! Too much!” He hears her murmur. Well, maybe it is?
But the spell is cast now! Oh Fatima.
This qwerty affair blossoms, no it froths, yes it froths and foams.
The hook twists itself beyond the skin and into the sinew.
Churning the flesh and producing chemicals for the Alchemist to feed upon with glee.
What of he?
Take hold, pursue the urge, lay ones eyes on Fatima. Know her moves, mannerisms, see her guffaw, see her cry, tears welling with sincerity driven by humility.
argue with passion, make up with care.
Don’t Stare! Don’t Stare so! it could happen, it could.
She is un-knowing.
The Alchemist may decide to realise a dream
or the fleeting moment is lost the hooks falls latently to the ground only to be cast again.