The human body is made up of atoms
and you complete every one of them.
Chemically, our love creates a decomposition
reaction because we are water and together,
we produce hydrogen gas and oxygen.
Breathe with me, baby.
Mathematically, we’re bound by addition,
divided by opinion and some thoughts,
multiplied by the ways we connect,
subtracting the disagreements and misunderstandings.
The Socratic law of casualty, the law
of cause and effect which states that absolutely
everything happens for a reason validates our destiny.
Biologically our bodies are bound sexually
as we release inward frustrations,
dominating my cries amidst passion. Sensuality as
our bodies are intertwined and our love is consummated.
Geographically, the world map defines our distance in miles.
Location using latitudes and longitudes;
of four seasons and two seasons.
Culturally separated, mentally bound.
Historically, we’re like Mark Anthony, the Roman General
and Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt…but not tragic
for our love story challenges tragedy.
And we’ll create our own history as a couple.
See, our love story starts from the Garden of Eden.
A love so divine and blessed by God.
A piece of your rib, others are duplicates of Adam.
Like a visage of a shooting star, higher than cosmic intervention
we are interconnected like lucky stars.
Our love story will be written in parchments,
told in poetry and passed on by generations.
Apart of the literature syllabus in school.
Our own anthology, darling.
We’re connected like that soul jam on a cold evening.
I’ll sing and he’ll play. Complimenting each other,
Connecting, and Bonding.
He says sugar, and I ask… How much?
That’s how much, sugar.