Pi — An Irrationally Erotic Poem
Pi — An Irrationally Erotic Poem
Three point one four one five nine
I count numbers in my head
As you serenade my spine.
You play with me like music -
Two six five three five eight nine
The numbers have a rhythm,
feel its heartbeat in my core.
Chaos beats its hungry pulse -
Seven nine three two three eight four
Your fingers move precisely,
And I burn as you create.
Ravenous circles pull me -
Six two six four three three eight
I calculate my time left
Before I melt into you.
Minutes left until consumed.
Three two seven nine five zero two
Bodies like geometry,
Making shapes until there's none.
Irrationality drips -
Eight eight four one nine seven one
Our infinity has come.
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Author’s Note:
- Each line in the 3-line stanzas is 7 syllables and each of the numerical lines contains 7 numbers. The entire poem is 22 lines. A little play on pi approximation 22/7.
- Check out the Instagram reel of this poem here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CbGQlqTJRdf/?utm_medium=copy_link
