A shadow perversion on the prowl
You catch my fascination as you sit next to me
Salacious thoughts glisten fresh in your eyes
As the sun eclipses my blood goes thin
I’m shaken by the havoc she brings
Bite down with a feverous sting
Soulmates with venomous unchaste gleam
There emotions begin to throb
It is the sound of droning love
Swarmed up in a drifting haze
A converted woman caught in a gaze
Her black lipstick stains my bliss
Stuck together like Velcro
I find joy in her ecstatic screams
The fire’s light is are blazing yearn
Her unconventional kinkiness brings me thrill
You’re a greedy hex
Your fangs are sharpened, I don’t mind the pain
Just give me what I desire
Her arts been sweetened, may I have a taste
Her desirability heightened in infernal stockings
Every day I’ll come back for more
OK then, it’s really a postulate
Which means that it cannot be proven
Instead is, now this you may rue,
Just fact that’s “supposed” to be true.
But let my math brain try to formulate
If right, then what sense can be woven?
Ideas that wind up emerging are
Quite new though they may be of interest.
It seems that Euclidean rules
Are not really much more than tools
And Spherical theorems like caviar
Can make your mind spin like a tourist.
In this foreign landscape the rules say that
Straight lines cross, their birthright declaring
And claim to be all parallel
Which seems to me some kind of hell
With no by your leave, waiting turn to bat
They touch more than once without caring.
With straights now curvaceously singular
They too now can play with each other
Great circles that can’t go alone
Propinquity so overblown
Might kinkiness turn them all angular?
Or sameness make them ask why bother?
Brian Johnston
February 6, 2016
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