by Vikki Owens
there are so many ways and shapes of things,
colors and patterns for things you cannot see...
this song, i see blue, and in your voice i hear saffron and mint and lavender timber-tone.
with your hands you paint phrases and promises across the curves of my waist,
and the line of of my thigh with a numerical value that i add to you.
kinesthesis, and kisses, every breath i double dip, every slow change in the glinting eye,
it registers mathematically.
my soulmate, my other me, when we intertwine and forget D and V, we see..
we see the corresponding geometry of a prime number, of a perfect theorem version WE.
i have not felt cascading waterfalls of logic, or algorithms of love, there is no xy axis i can place us on,
or tell you carnelian is the color of your energy,
these things are what i work literaily, meteforically, playing fast and loose grammatically...
if only to paint for you in primary colors and simple lines, equations and algebraic function,
how loving you is a visual phenomenom, a physical wonderment of time and space, musical and flavored,
like any mouth, any opera, any lecture, any experiment and any supernova.
this love will obliterate common conception of a humans experience of love.
Posted on 01/20/2011
Copyright © 2022 Vikki Owens
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Tom Goss on 01/20/11 at 05:30 AM|
A beautiful creation by a poetess after my own heart. I *get* this; I think we hitch rides along some of the same poetic wavelengths.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/20/11 at 09:51 PM|
I love that ending. It gives the piece a really nicely defined full-circle effect.