The lyrics

(for two voices)

It’s just a thing.
Just a thing.
We did the research.
We measured it.
Don’t bother to write, to sing.
It’s just a thing.

     But
     when we held each other
          naked to the waist
     the skin over our hearts
          pressed close—

That’s just pheromones,
chemicals,
your
oxytocin
receptors
firing.
We did the research.
We measured it.
It’s just a thing.

     But
     when we held each other
          naked to the waist
     the skin over our hearts
          pressed close—

Chemical messages,
firing of neurons.
We did the research.
We measured it.
It’s just a thing.

One’s as good as another
when you need release.
They’re all the same—
a nuisance, really,
disruptive to your work,
your contribution to the economy.
Go out with your friends,
spend your money.
You’ll be fine.
You’ll function smoothly.
You’ll be able to play.
It’s just a thing.
Just chemicals, just neurons.
Don’t bother to write, to sing.
If it’s really a problem
you can take this pill.

     But when we held each other
          naked to the waist
     the skin over our hearts
          pressed close
     I felt…

     That skin
     is a sacrament. That body—

     a sacrament.
     Did I desecrate it
     with my grabbing hands,
          the hands of a thing,
     my animal lust,
          the lust of a thing
     that’s been told
          all its life
     that it’s just a thing?

     Did I desecrate,
          or was that
          worship?
     I don’t know.

     But my neurons played
     a transcendent music
     and even if that
     was just a thing

     I will give it the lyrics
     it deserves.

What do you think?