Mathematical Love

Everything seems silent,

its just him

his calcu

and his dying pen,

papers

and

numbers

and

equations

seem so ordinary,

so monotonous

just sleep–

just sleep–

in the midst

of brain-wracking thoughts,

his emotions

ponder,

his rational mind

—just sleep

—just sleep

resistance

blocking

his tired

and sleepy mind,

a struggle

between

eyelids

to eyelids

his head weighed

too much of

vanishing mathematics

until all he can think

is his woman,

shrouded by a piece

of cloth

in his mind.