algebraic love

my friends say that there is an average rate of change
for getting over my last relationship;
that it's in direct proportion to the depth
of my love and my loss,

but you are my x-intercept;
the additive inverse of a matrix of improbabilities.

the combination of convergent series of events tell me
that you may be the unforeseen constant
on the coordinate plane of my existence.

our greatest common factor is that we share a history
that proves their rules mean scatterplot.

I may never be able to justify to them my end behavior;
they may say i'm on an undefined slope downward,

but I sense the exponential growth of my soul
every time I make you smile.

you distribute your determinant traits in such a way
that I can't seem to help but feel my absolute value
when i'm with you.

I move through the day
as though gliding on a harmonic series of golden spirals
that send me in a horizontal shift toward you.

the root of the equation simplified is this:
there is a fraction of a second each morning and each night
when I feel that no one else could satisfy me like you do.

the feeling isn't something I can solve analytically;
it's a translation of the heart that won't be divided into real parts.

all I can do is find the midpoint
between the radical and rational expressions of my love,

and hope that you'll maintain interest long enough for me to convince you

that happiness is not a pure imaginary

but the origin of our future.

wandering heart

like wind that winds is way through cracked glass and rotting wood
like waves that wash over wet sand and seaweed withering
like wisps of warm smoke rising to winged renegades
like wanting hands rushing toward a waiting wight

so moves my wandering heart

my lenten valentine

[read me from the bottom up, or not]

              grow.
             O, little heart of mine,

            and heal.
           tend to these wounds
          hold the heaviness in your hands,
         O, little heart of mine,

        and wade through it's waters.
       seek the darkness within
      O, little heart of mine,

     and do not be afraid.
    listen to the sound of your tears
   O, little heart of mine,

  and love.
 look inside yourself
O, little heart of mine,