give me a reason
his daily waking routines are
to make me feel differently...
i'm loved in such a manner
that some can't even imagine
⋯
syntax and morphology of love
is structured in the language
of his feelings, amazingly written
in the chromatic of his desires
⋯
desires translated into equations,
defined by exponents at powers
of destiny, mine and his, invoked,
to give him, to give me a reason
⋯
a reason roused and formulated
in an esthetic conversation, using
the pulse of pumas, black pumas;
(he loves me in many ways)…
