numbers

when love isn’t enough, how
else can i measure?… by the
cup or a handful, by eye or
tape, with the circumference
of my embrace around your waist?
how do you propose i count it
all… three by the neck, two
on each cheek, one upon your
forehead which anoints my lips;
it is as though i am blessed
over and over for each kiss is
sweetest decimal to life. it
doesn’t matter then how much more
to add, multiply or divide— love
knows no parenthesis, neither fractions
nor numbers

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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