Gabriel's Horn

I wrote a poem about calculus. Lord help me. Gabriel's Horn is a shape with a finite volume and infinite surface area. Look it up for more detail.

He thought

She was forever

(She could smile just so, you see, and quirk her hips in much the same way)

Every night

He would dream of

Drinking her up

Until his

Finite heart

Was full

(Perhaps she dreamt the same, as she slept)

 

Once

He caught her

By the pale hands

(Now sticky with crimson paint)

And drank

Until he found

Her end

(Reduced to mortality, she withered)

 

He pulled away

And then

(In a dark bitter disappointment)

Crumbled her

And there

Found his infinity.

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

THAT'S JUST IS A TALE OF A POEM...SPEAKS VOLUME IN A SMALL AMOUNT OF WORDS...YOU PUT A TOUCHING ENDING IN THIS WRITE...FOR WHAT HE FOUND IN THE END WAS NOT FOREVER BUT WHILE IT LASTED THE MOMENT FELT LIKE FOREVER...