Love is not on the brain

Love

is not on the brain.

It is speeding up the blood in my veins.

It is a Gordian knot in my guts,

a punch in my abdomen,

an excuse to go nuts

confusing fortuity and omen.

Love

is not on the brain

unless a broken heart becomes a migraine.

It is a shiver down my spine

or tears leaking from my eyes.

Cheek to cheek, I with thine,

your hands in disguise.

Love

is not on the brain.

Love doesn’t think before it causes you pain.

Love was meant for the underdogs,

the dark horses, the long-shots,

for those who hide in the fog

and come to the front page from the blind spot.

 

Love

is not on the brain.

Love will do it best to turn you insane.

"And babe I’m fist-fighting with fire
Just to get close to you"