I love maths
it proves that we were
just another mish mash
of geometric nonsense
refusing to accept
that you were a square
and that I was a circle
and that organic movements
do not match
with corners
and straight lines

your eyes are like rivers
under faded layers of algae, I'll uncover my ocean blue
along my spine they grant shivers
how could I ever find another you?

your touch is lightening
sending jolts through my being right from the tips of your fingers
it's really quite frightening,
after all this time, how could this feeling still linger?

your smile is my moon & sun  
gloom of night or cheer of day, it's all I ever see
but I feel that I've truly won
when I'm convinced it's only for me


your laugh is my favourite song
I could hear it on repeat for the rest of my time
do you think you'll keep me around for long?
wouldn't want you anything but mine

The next time you touch my thigh
Remind yourself that it's only a taste
The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids
are breakfast if you want them to be
I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to
Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating
are lunch if you want them to be
I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to
Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat *******
Afternoon anatomy
The taste often ruins the feast

I've never wanted kids.
Who knew something
the size of a sesame seed
could change everything
so fast?

Why do I love you?*
*The question that I still cannot answer