It's just... when I read it, I got this sudden picture of your stomach flopping on my kitchen table and twisting about it in a peculiar manner. Perhaps you ought to use a different body part?
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
oh, god - i think i'm in love with you, too. very sweet.
the mathematical jumble was a bit much to work through, but it all made sense.
i agree with snoink on another note, as well - the stomach thing...i get it, it's real, but i got a similar images. except i imagined all of this in my odd little 8th grade algebra room, rolling across gray desks =]
more spaces, maybe, too? or maybe big paragraphs just scare me.
ending = perfect.
I am really bad at critiquing poetry, so I usually don't even take the time to comment on them around the YWS, but I just needed to stop in and tell you how much I liked this. I loved all the mathematical references and I didn't find them hard to follow at all. It all flowed together really nicely and the last line was just perfect. Really, nicely done.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello Boo. SPEW is watching.
I dig the last bit. Some of it is...well, forced. I suppose it would have to be, but it's just, I donno, to a level that turns me off a bit. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think this is good--well, it's you, and you're a good poet. But it's also just sort of this pretty little love poem thing that everyone writes ten thousand times before they die, even if they're not poets, and so I can' like it for that reason as well. A forced poem in a cliche category. It's a tribute to your talent that I still think it's good.
I liked it. One thing I would have preferred was if you never mentioned the actual love, and just insinuated it through the metaphor of math. I think there was one line in there that didn't. Nice work.