Geometry

Your naked body,
in a way,
speaks enough poetry
to fill the entire bedspread,

and then you tell me
you don’t believe me,
you say

I have a dependence on romance,
I’m in need of an inamorata ,that
I’m not truly in love.

From the incline of your nape,
the curve of your waist,
the heat of your vulva –

poetry –

sad,
sad poetry.