Geometry of beauty: curves and cones
and angled planes of light ; your beauty glows
beyond dimension till its oneness shows
topologies beyond mere flesh and bone.
The very wholeness of your being hones
the edge of my desire until it throws
my logic into chaos and it knows
no theorems but the knowledge of unknowns.

Your sum is more than I can yet compute.
I have no yardstick I can measure by;
True measures of your being still confute
my calculations; still my figures lie.

Your modulus bends my whole world askew;
then square my circle ; make me one with you.