Command of the Language

I have the command of the language
When it comes to frisky sex and
Mathematics,
For I adore every conic section
Of your perfectly proportioned
Surface area—
From your sumptuous cones
To your magnificent ellipses,
And the congruent circles
Of your areolas—
Hidden by the hyperbolic veneer
Of your bra and your symmetric
G-string,

Don’t get me wrong, for I’ve
Studied the subtle dimensions
Of your curvature,
And went off on many a tangent,
Deriving your continuous
Sexual functions,
That led me to your delta of Venus,
As my y changed with your x,
In the act of orgasmic
Integration—

Since then I’ve learned
That pi is truly a transcendental
Number,
That no rational number can
Approximate,
And you are boundless
In your beauty,
Opening up my mind
To infinite possibilities.


  January 12, 2008
--Alexander Shaumyan