The Blueprints of Love (poems from old notebooks, October 1992)

I haven’t thought about this poem in years. I was pleased as hell to dig it up this afternoon.

The Blueprints of Love

do not exist—
peel the skin from this body, let
your fingers do the walking through

a private labyrinth of arteries
& blue veins knotted
into an asymmetrical web, follow

nerve filaments
back from fingers & toes, out
of groin & sternum, up the spine

to the cerebral cortex, trace
the delicate marblings
of fat through muscle tissue

bulging, relaxing
as tendons lift & drop stark
white levers of bone

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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