I want to quantify you and what we write to each other
Or what we sometimes do in bed. I want math for this.
Let me let x represent something, so I can roll
You around in my mouth like a hard candy.

There is division involved each time, and I like
To divide you in many ways through bisection.
Our hands run sideways into darkness and we breath in
The breath and life of the other. A mystic in rags comes running
And you can only hope for a strong embrace,
His foul stench swirling, the ultimate
Push and rush and it’s over.

This wall I throw you up against
Makes dark days seem clouded over with sun.
We slip into dreams of drowning, the good kind.
We slip into clothes less comfortable,
Take them off and go free for afternoons.
Sleep like the apes under humid nights
With greenery and sweat. Our extremities
Point in unison to the moon and dark matter.
Sweat runs between your legs.

Let me take this and calculate by natural log.
The rising and the passions approach infinity
With ever increasing surges of fluid heat.
We fall in base piles. I never read that article, but
It could make for something important
Under covers and itchy mornings. If it’s to be believed,
Cold air smooths blemishes and heals clay.

Or, the words are fine. Math at higher levels is all
Letters and lines and loops, anyway.
Let me quantify your words, boil them down to
Common denominators and see what
We are really saying. Taste caramel on our tongues
With the incantations whispered at midnight,
Or when I tickle you just to annoy.