Perfect SymmetryA Poem by E.V. BlackBy centimeters and inches, our bodies correspond. Mathematical calculations shape each response for them to fit.By centimeters and inches, our bodies correspond. Mathematical calculations shape each response for them to fit. Lips to lips, we measure and mold. Hands to hands, we shape and twist. Touch by touch, each other’s flesh melts, natural clay in the hands of a sculptor, to create a beautiful statue of lovers entwined in a befuddling entanglement of draped arms and hooked legs.
What perfect science, where chemicals react and pieces shape, makes us truly one! What wonderful arithmetic multiplies passion and divides other thoughts in light of the moment! Such eyes of yours are mine in likeness. Such lips belong upon mine, pressed together and pleasantly smacking like two ripe and succulent strawberries. Such hands to weave and to thread through in escalating fire, which burns to escape from the depths of my belly.
No earthly estimate, in math or in measurement, does fully encompass the immortal feeling between two aching bodies. To fit together such as this, two pieces to complete the puzzle, is no scientific matter. Surely, and purely, we are perfect symmetry. © 2011 E.V. BlackAuthor's Note
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Added on July 12, 2011Last Updated on July 12, 2011 AuthorE.V. BlackAboutMy name is E.V. Black and I am honored that you have decided to peruse my profile. I started my writing career at a young age and have been writing for a very long time. I write in practically every f.. more..Writing
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