The Language of Poetry

Who knows the meaning of the stars for he makes my knees weak and translates light into darkness with his tender moans and his silent but patient sighs with his tender body steadily pulsing into mine?

Who knew a great mind could come this way; my way around?

Who knows what arithmetic and math is when all you know is the simple arithmetic of poetry and how to plug in the best words for the equation of math to be solved is through the mind, body and soul but indefinitely through the mouth?

And in fact what integers would equal to a zero but a mere zero?

And what if arithmetic and math if not for the commune of the stars and for the course of the earth?

I tell you know it begins with an ending of opposites and their oppositions.

For I am yours and you are mine.

I know you for I know the study of the stars and that constant, contemporary darknesses of those types of forevers can never last.