The Science of Romance

done for the 'scientific poetry' contest

The Science of Romance

 

the strands of my double helix

wrap around your histone heart

coding for this genetic,

magnetic attraction between us,

dense as chromatin stuffed into

tiny, porous nuclei.

 

we once lay together on our

metaphase bed,

but anaphase came between us,

my arms forever reaching out to you

my replicate, your beloved four letters

(A, T, G, C not L, O, V, E)

taken from me.

we are identical, perfected by

evolution and exonuclease activity.

 

i now sit silently methylated until

called upon by the transcription

factors of your empirical ivy-eyed stare,

that scientific arch of your eyebrow.

 

like rumpelstiltskin's straw gold,

mRNA is spun out in chaotic streams,

single-stranded and awkward,

bereft of its partner --

until translation date night

when ribosomes hit the scene.

they pair up,

a couple almost as cute as us,

getting right down to business,

those tRNAs pesky wingmen,

jumping in and out of the conversation.

 

but then -- at last -- a miracle!

creation in protein,

precious as a newborn's first cry,

brought unto this world by

chaperones, those smiling nurses

of the cell, who delicately mold it

into oxytocin, dopamine, and adrenaline,

the hormones of my love.  

 

Author's Note

playing kind of fast and loose with the science here, but who really cares for the specifics anyway? ;)

if you were curious, the picture up top there shows a cell during anaphase, the replicated chromosomes being pulled apart into two separately forming daughter cells... i thought it was pretty to look at. :)

Reviews

[Rodrick Franklin McLare..]

Yes, I can tell. As you furrow your brow & write this. Overlapping your station. Are piles of stuff and candy clutter... an, coffee stains. An oh, the demands of loves refrain, ah temptation. Hard to suffer. "Ok, this is good. But jeepers, that book. Um yes, I see how this can relate, but surely. Won't pass the test. Golly, in which is the right oxytocin, that mix into the smoochin...
End ah, the dealy bobl!"

Well, better go for more coffee, "well howdy text book. How ya doing. Hope ya know, I 'm ignorin ya!" If I don't put down this coffee. I'll be snorin. Besides I can do this, "I'm a Science Major!" In science, anything is possible. Ain't it? Loves a chemistry. I know all about that. It's in chapter five. Where'd I lay down that book. I'll just have me a look. Well howdy book... 'flip' 'flip' 'flip'. "There it is!"

The DND strand context in the string an the whole deal gets 'the strands of my double helix wrap around your histone heart. Makes for neat prose, besides the spindle apparatus pulling the chromosomes apart into two separately forming cells... i thought. It was pretty to look at. :) ha ha ha...
Oh man, tears ah joy!

God, you make me laugh. "Jeepers". writing a certain story, an I have a character stuck on the brain, and she. Is of course in 'wonderland'. I can't
get this image out of my consciousness. Makin it awful gol dang hard. To be serious. This poem, is certainly the quirkiest. I've read to date...
But by golly, ya more or less. Pull it off!

Shows your pounding the real deal and still cutting class, sort ah speakin.
To sneak in here, do some peekin and write with a noggin full. Of text book talkin trash. Way too cool, and altogether suicidal. For grade average. Like love, isn't enough. Ya love the writing snag + the socializing. Well it's workin. I was slaving and intermittently keeping an eye on periodicals. Heaven have mercy. There, you were...
#1 Gal To Watch for! An I'm watchin rootin for you. An hope, you study some.

We, gotta love ya. God one science Poet gotta be a first. On the whole ding dan Poet World... Let the bell ring out, an the banners fly. It 's too good to be true but Science, has today. Reached every level of our world.
Sara, pull it off ;D

Giddy up--- Go girly! n buy some new shoes. ...Ro...

[R. Nella]

This brings back memories of biology lectures. The science is bad, but the poem is rather interesting.