Friday, April 26, 2013

In Conversation

In Conversation

I said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.”
I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit.”
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please cover you, please.

 - Yasiin Bey (In Love Rain with Jill Scott)

I said, "I did not ask for heavens, though."
I said, "With you I'd watch a thousand sunsets die
And never shed a tear."
He holds a storm in the palm of his hand
And bids me calm the riotous winds.
Super novae dance around my waist
And steady, I walk through blinding heat.
A fine dowry, yes.
For what is beauty if not torment?
My equation will not balance.
You are the missing Constant.
Will you please claim your place?
Already you complete me.
You have covered me already.
- Aimée de Beauvoir (In reply)