A mix of solutions on a chalkboard lab table
Or the final piece to the puzzle
Whose mystery of seeking the great unknown was engraved into your skull
Does this mix of mysterious solutions
Make me ache with lust for days on end?
Or could it be
That the natural stroke of your hands
With my head blooming inside with flowers
Nuzzled into your muscular shoulder
Like I finally completed the mysterious picture
Of the great unknown
We never questioned the great unknown before this
Because the flaw of chemistry in my mind and yours
Always seemed to be setting on fire
In all the wrong ways