AHH - an attempt to fathom the pragmatics of love

	Why skulk in the shadows while summer stays hot?
	Why wrestle the wisdom of what's proper or not?
	With so much skin to survey and so much bliss in a kiss —
	Isn't a tragic mistake to abstain from all this?

	We footnote all fever, we parse and discuss,
	While our chemistry croons, "Less theory — more us."
	Our flesh has a shelf life; the years have their way —
	So why let cold logic steal longing away?

	Undress every riddle, uncover the spark,
	And banish the blues with a slide in the dark.
	Let reason recline, let Cupid's arrows do their work—
	Love is a logic from which no passionate soul should shirk.


	Miok’s forehead creased and eyes narrowed at the digital image before her. She folded her
arms tightly across her breast, tilting her head back with a look of skepticism. "What kind
of statement is this nitwit making?" she asked in a voice laced with sharp, unvarnished
disdain.

	A sudden burst of laughter spilled from Miok, deep and unrestrained, cutting cleanly
through the quiet room. "If you're looking for clear logic or rhetorical consistency, forget
about it!" She grinned, waving a dismissive hand toward the display as if sweeping away the
very concept of reason. "When instinct takes over, rationality goes straight out the window.
Honestly, you can probably forget about most art while you're at it!"

	Beside Miok, Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, tugging at his collar
as though the room had grown warmer. His eyes darted — artwork, Miok, the heads beginning to
turn their way, artwork again. "Ahh..." he started in a voice trailing off into a hesitant
beat before he found his footing. "Why are we even having this conversation? Can't we just
look at the image, and move on?"

	Miok turned her gaze from the screen to Chris, her grin widening as she caught the
nervous sweat glistening on his forehead.

	"Move on?" she echoed, tapping a fingernail rhythmically against her elbow. "Where’s the
fun in moving on, Chris? Art isn't meant to be swallowed like a pill—it's meant to be
chewed." She gestured grandly to the curious onlookers now tuning into her impromptu lecture.
"Besides, look around. We're the only ones in this room who are actually awake."

	Chris sighed, lowering his head as a quiet murmur rippled through the gathering crowd. He
took a subtle step back, already plotting his escape toward the museum exit.


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from Heart Scenes: Emotional Landscapes via Art, Poetry, & Prose by T Newfields
Summary:  A passionate argument for abandoning cold logic in favor of physical 
intimacy and love, and a debate about the nature of art.
Keywords: pragmatic intent, vapid emotion, bliss for no reason, passion vs. logic, 
poetic debate, artistic interpretation, social discomfort, intellectual friction

NOTE: This piece was partially generated with AI tools; human editing was then applied. 

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 2004 in Mindoro, Philippines  ☆ Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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