In the night he assumes position fifty-two;
I comply with corresponding coordinates.
We move in this dreamy game of Twister:
right hand to left thigh, left arm across tits.
He speaks BASIC, and I binary code.
He waits for commands, his cursor blinking,
But what I want from him, I don’t quite know.
“I solved our problems with a simple matrix!”
He multiplied, found the determinant, solved.
And with logic our relationship was fixed.
Our matrices are much more complex.
With infinite solutions, or none at all.
Math describes everything but love and sex.