a science of chemical reaction

i have remembered why i love you so now i will sing to you of the perfection in the hemispheres of your mouth as you move through the ideas of perpetual motion i notice the arch of the stars across the sky and i could explain to you that if the world were to stop entire cities would jolt forward but your knees are bent and i rest my elbows on your upper thighs and that is a world, the perfection of the hemispheres of your mouth meeting the lines of your teeth. i have memorized the principles of geometry and the properties of your physical matter in direct but consequential contrast to the properties of metaphysics and it has become a song. the motion, the arch, the knobs of your spine, the bowls of your hands and here are the spaces, the gaps, the chasms, the reasons of the sometimes internal or eternal revolutions, but  i am not speaking in terms of actuality, i am saying that the earth, i am saying that change is that pattern in which you push your fingers in spirals across the skin of the small of my back, i am saying that the chaos of your light is constant and proportional to the soft tissue of the end result;  tracing the soft underbelly of one’s vulnerabilities.