Paul sought money
for a business startup.
He intended to manufacture love
on an industrial scale.
He possessed
a proprietary formula
for a molecule
that was both bitter and sweet.
It is the essence
of the music the stars hum.
A melody that keeps fires burning
during journeys across the void.
Since love potion
belongs to the vernacular
Paul intends
to create a viscid drink.
Thicker than Yoo-Hoo.
Thinner than Lakanto Maple Syrup.
I hum John Denver’s Annie’s Song
as I write out a check.
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