My head, a circular, galaxy of neurotransmitters and constellations. Of dreams connected to deepest, darkest, thoughts. Maths and science and my favourite poets like planets, orbiting around you, my sun This dodecahedron heart is hardened, thirty sharp points to punish whoever has to hold it stellated star shining with knives but a prize if you can simplify it for me A triangle between thighs upturned arrow inviting you into the garden. Evergreen trees, with one large hand on my waist you ignite a forest fire I hide in the curve of my spine keep signs in my eyes and lines in my legs and though learning takes time you study these shapes with ardour Enough with the books, the tests, the calculations. Instead, I will slot us together one square at a time as we practice my geometry.