How difficult is your math? When I try to calculate the distance from my lips to your lips And the particular radius of your indifference accompanies my ignorance When I try to study the curves of your waist as I climb But you square me and I'm not up to par. height from your Cube And I'm just a writer restless And you my unattainable muse And I'm just a miser cathetus And you my indecipherable hypotenuse Giving me a zero for not knowing you theorem Putting myself to one hundred to think of you in every poem Even so, I want to know the rate at which you breathe while I eat and dine you; The algorithm of your lips while I sew them with teeth And I calculate the cosine to your belly touching paradise between your breasts And biting the apple that the snake gives me To wake up tomorrow next to you Multiplying it by the other to give the result the rectangle of our bed Without dead angles, with certain, accurate calculations Where the flame of our hot bodies is lit playing with ice. Ice that cools your navel while I go down towards your Bermuda Triangle Where I get lost with you. Ice that burns because it gets cold And I, solving the problem of your geometry Drawing straight lines between your curves, seeing you more distant from me with each step when you pass Measuring by eye each degree of inclination of your body while you walk so elegant Emptying the glass and measuring by skin each degree of temperature that increases in me when I see you pass by... Darío (Zane) Huerta. You can also hear it recited through this link or by clicking on the YouTube image.
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