Title: Her Maths My Physics
Another overtime
with no pay,
my motorbike brokedown
had to push it.
I get there late,
it is a weird feeling
when you can feel
your heart beating.
Her face is something
to look at.
Beatrice, her tag reads.
if she wasn't human
she would have been
a calm ocean.
She explains that
one minute has
sixty seconds
and I have been late
for twenty, that’s
one-two hundred;
then asks
what I think of it.
“I think you are brilliant,
I think all great
mathematicians
gathered around your home
the day you were born.”
I chuckle, she kisses me.
She has a butt
so massive,
it can exert its own
gravitational force.
In comparison
to the amount
of stars in the sky,
I love it more.
From the folds
on my forehead, she tells
what a fucker of a day
I have had,
in a low tone
she reminds me,
her ear is mine.
If I am to sob
I am going to do that
on those laps.
Precisely so,
most men cry praying
for what I have here,
I did too.
she has my favourite
smile plus
I am all about her
she's all about me
and it is raining outside.
Hallelujah !
#poem #poetry #love