There is something inside all of us,
Freud called it the Death drive
beacause sometimes theory
has to be expressed
as poetry:

Thanatos & Eros.

Testosterone belongs to Thanatos:
the death-drive’s in my cock;
why else a ‘little-death’
after every fuck?

But oestrogen is not Eros:
love & passion belong to nothing;
why else are they
so hard to find?