principia mathematica


is there no logic
to sex?

are the lines of our bodies
curved
in such a way that
they insinuate
the quality of our lineage?

and does there lie a certain
mathematical
curiosity within the psyche,
an influence
over how we choose
with whom to copulate?

why else would we
unsheathe our abdominal plateaus
and our pectoral mountains
and our genital volcanoes,

to erupt within a bottomless
abyss

why else would we,
driven by our nature,
select our finest
and most able-bodied sex machines
to produce
a new generation
of clones
that act and smell and taste
and look more perfect
than we?

i believe this to be proof
that you and i, dear
were never meant to love
one another
‘til death do us part’,

but rather,

to have a fighting chance
at producing
a better ‘he’ or ‘she’
and die like mayflies
having orgasms
as we take our final breath;

i tear my wet fingers
from your teeth
and wrap their nakedness
around a pen

on paper:

(my dick = x²

your vagina = 1/x²)

thus you shall see,

it is merely a matter
of solving an equation,

when we multiply,

BREED,

to become one.




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