Geometry

It’s a ripe, juicy apple on the tip of your tongue

The way the morning smells when the sun first appears

It’s the bite of fresh cut tears that never hit the ground

The accidental brushing of hands in passing

It’s in the tucking of hair behind nervous ears

In the meeting of lips to cheek in a warm embrace

It’s in the awkward silence of long goodbyes

From the depths within the eyes of new love

It hides in the things unsaid between friends

Lingers upon the moist skin of intertwined bodies

It can’t be summed up with mathematical shapes

It’s warfare, camouflage, the casualties of cause

Tucked into the gain of someone else’s loss

More than a feeling, it’s the fibers of existence

It’s in the ice cream sundae shared with one spoon

Passionate, enduring – it knows no boundaries

Complex to the nth degree, compounded to infinity

It’s the best puppeteer that money can’t buy

A sea of drowning swimmers struggling to shore

It’s much more than can be summed up with letters

A plague, an epidemic – its infection is for life

And when the day is done, it begins all over again