My love,Calculus


Your skin glows like a freshly picked raspberry at midnight.
It blossoms sweet as the rose in the promise of scope
when you come near me sweetly  perfumed
My yearning heart rises to your saxaphone-like voice and leaps like a young frog at the whisper of your name, Delta x/Delta y
The evening descends  as if on a great eagle’s dark wings.
I am calmed by your lingerie that I cling to  in the twilight  to carry  my walnuts.
I am filled with hope that I may collect your tears in a jug to get washed with tomorrow to save water now we are on a meter
As my buttons fall from my T shirt they remind me of your corking wit.
In the hushed eve, I listen for the first dreary wail of the autumn.
My hands leap to get my warm coat  and woollen hat away from the  ravening dogs of war
I wait with the crystal whiskey bottle for your secret calculus
so that we may be integrated and summed up
as one;hip to hip;quip by quip
in search of the glorious geometry,topology,geomorphology and spirituality,not to mention depersonalology of love itself.


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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