Oxytocin Dreams

I want to feel the pulse
of your fornix beneath my touch,
taste the breath of your cortex,
kiss the secrets of your intelligence.

Let me drink from the river of your meninges,
play within the gentle current of your pons,
my fingers tracing the dance
between your hemispheres.

Let me crawl deep within your hypothalamus,
entangle with the rhythm of your heart,
tango with your synapses,
as your mind opens like a flower in bloom.

I’ll slip into the folds of your splenius capitis,
a whisper on the edges of your skin,
until your cells are undone by desire,
and your amygdala burns with longing.

Together, we’ll ignite your frontal lobe,
my gaze drowning in the pull of your third eye,
hypnotising your cerebral cortex
till the oxytocin flows,
and we become one with the stars.