Mathematika Poem by Tsani Jones

Love is the root of all evil
Anything I would give for it...

This love would give me life
And my life I would give for this
But to give my life
Would be to lose my love

And I would thus be where I began.

You hide like an ant in the vast fields
Yet I cannot think of why
You elude the passion of
Sweetest desire and remain unknown

We are still so connected
Still longing, still in pain
I haunt your grasp
You entice my dreams,

And we both bleed-
Measured once, and cut twice

God's math is funny
But so achingly tasteless.