proof

I was an axiom — the ultimate raison d’etre
Until the first time you read me aloud
And postulated that no
It does not follow

You are a poem,
and I confessed that maybe
I was

But that was before we kissed.
I said, “It is possible to draw
a straight line (or a conclusion)
from any point to any other point.”

You said, “Im possible,” and traced a finite straight line continuously in my straight line until
my skin tingled.

It is impossible to describe a circle
with any center (I have no center)
 and any radius unless you can describe
truth and a thimble.

I pause and consider all the angles, especially
the right ones.

“It is true that all right angles are equal
 to one another.”

You laugh, nothing is true

Yes, it is true.

It’s a straight line falling (from my lips)
two straight lines

the interior angles on the same side less than two right angles,
the two straight lines,
produced indefinitely, intersect

on that side on which are the angles less than the two right angles.

At the same time,
A parallel notion

Things which are equal to the same thing
are also equal to one another.

If equals be added to equals,
the wholes are equal.

If equals be subtracted from equals,
the remainders are equal.

Things which coincide with one another
are equal to one another.

The whole is greater than the part.

You kiss me
and leave.