We create equations for new snuggles:
Combinations of arms and legs at varying degrees.
Puzzle-piece body parts like tessellations,
The geometry of clouds and coastlines and trees.
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.
In the morning we have trouble communicating.
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.
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.
One night he wakes from a dream and says:
“I solved our problems with a simple matrix!”
He multiplied, found the determinant, solved.
And with logic our relationship was fixed.
“I solved our problems with a simple matrix!”
He multiplied, found the determinant, solved.
And with logic our relationship was fixed.
It was only a dream, of course, in real life
Our matrices are much more complex.
With infinite solutions, or none at all.
Math describes everything but love and sex.
Our matrices are much more complex.
With infinite solutions, or none at all.
Math describes everything but love and sex.
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