ODE ZERO

You once told me; queer sex is a liquid formation
          a nerve-play for the amygdala,
But for all I know, a yearn
          is viscous, atomistic,
          held in the space in-between
lines I've learned to trace with invisible paper
                   navel to clavicle
                             measure it as the Prime Meridian!
                              dilute it across a Euclidean plane!
Which is to say we've reached longitude 0° -
Which is to say you are dark matter and a [naked] singularity -
Which is maybe another way to say -
                    that I feel your blood-rush as an after-thought
                                   your rise as a convex shape
                                        your quintessence as a quickening
You are Kepler's problem
                    for I suspect, you bend light
                    and
          and
I've moved beyond the pale.

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 Vi Raasche, 29, Geneva ✯ IG: @Vi.Raasche

“Vi Raasche (b. 1994) is the pen name of a Swiss-American writer and poet who enjoys working on queerness, liminality, God, psychoanalysis, and the bare-bones machinations of the human spirit. In her professional life she works as a psychologist and academic.”