At the end of creation (or at its begining)

You are my conjecture when the universe ends.

I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopia

looking through your eyes.

O mystic girl,
this time make the world less enigmatic

settle down in a small hamlet by the bay

cook me fish and rice

and I will stay home, always.

© Nothing Personal. March 23 2012.

Reviews

[QC]

i haven't been on here in years, but your poems are just as beautiful as i remember.

[I, Rene]

Dinner's ready.
sorry , I couldn't resist saying that, as I found the fish reference hilarious , more so had it been Salmon, but I won't be picky, this was a perfect write. loved it, especially how it says so much in so little but encompasses an entire way of living a life.

[Siddhartha]

Love the way you have distilled so much into so less. There is the sense of infinity as in the world that the lover sees through the eyes of his beloved while behooving her to make the world less enigmatic gives a sublime touch to this poem.

[Mauricio Montoya]

the question is what comes first, nice work.

[...]

. wow ...
. for me, this is possibly one of your best pieces ...
. loved the first stanza ...
. loved the "fish and rice" too ...