I do not need Math,
nor do I need
its further friend,
to log this rhythm
in your pulsing heart,
for your figure eight expression
is a source of my muse,
a birthplace of love
for my figurative expressions.
See…
my muse is sick,
sick to dance
to this love music
of your dazzling being
& this knee longs
to
fa
ll
for that queenly melody
in your Disney lungs…
©YUA
What do you think?