One would not be enough

To explain the kindness in your eyes,
As you pin my wrists
above my head

To explain the care in your fingers
As you trouble my skin
for more ripeness

To explain the joy in your smile
As you make me hiss
between clenched teeth

As if I could be any more taut
with the ideas exercised--

The maths all over my back;
the proof decided by one careless infinity mark
on my shoulder.