A poem late for Valentine’s day.

In the absence of a lover,
that man creates:
In want of wet lips,
a cocktail;
in emptiness,
a sandwich;
in love,
muddy memories;
and in singular loneliness,
man was created, because

In the beginning,
there was love —
the science of attraction
and unity –
and in the nonexistence of a single cell,
that love created.

And in the unification of the disparate,
so began a four billion year tradition
of love on Earth.