First completed poem since grade 7. Go ahead, rip it apart =)
“Log6 + Log8?”
This is our language
of cut threads and
slipped loops
and willing violation.
“Log48.”
“Lies.” Smiling
like he means it
Like he holds the world
within the capricious scope of his eyes
“Never with you.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
Those eyes again,
Laughing with an undercurrent of
Life and genius.
“1.68.”
These are his words
Turned mine on my lips
“What would you like in your salad today –
logarithms diced
Sliced
Rolled?”
These are his thoughts
stretching and pulling and leaping.
Always one step ahead –
just that one step
“So what does it mean?”
That you make me think like this
That you make the world round.
“Math is beauty, and beauty math – that is all ye know on this earth,
and all ye need to know.”
“And in numbers, truth?
The molecules and atoms and protons of this universe?”
“Numbers are logic.”
Bringing his face close to mine
So that the breath I breathe out
is air he breathes in.
Pause.
His lips a fraction away
from mine.
“3log316 = 9x-3?”
Points: 3891
Reviews: 3821
Donate