John Grey

I am not aware
of any mathematical formulas
that define or measure love

but I’ve often been privy
to certain indelible laws
when analyzing the more
significant moments
of our live together

and I apply to them
what I know of myself,
what I imagine of you,
and those stories from my childhood
where couples had the nerve
to live happily ever after.

Even when dipping into sex,
within all that grunting and moaning,
I’ve uncovered certain truths,
perfect, not just for aesthetic purposes,
but to make for the most singular
exhilarating expression
of coupling bodies.

I am not speaking here
of gymnastics
but how could anybody
deny a logarithm
that factors in
pliant back,
pleasurable angles
and invigorating curvatures.

I don’t want you thinking
I’m overly analytical.

But there are times
when life’s overwhelming mysteries
expose, reveal, their inner secrets.
I like to be there when they do. 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Harpur Palate and Columbia Review with work upcoming in the Roanoke Review, the Hawaii Review and North Dakota Quarterly.