Home   Home

kinesthetic amorous

by Vikki Owens

my dearest,
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.

01/19/2011

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.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2022 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)