“Number is all.”
Pythagoras
Rows of perfect
Brown beads, shining:
A necklace
Resting between
Two perfect
Brown breasts,
Rising, falling
In time to perfect
Brown breaths.
Rows of perfect
Brown beads, sliding
Up and down,
Revealing all.
He speaks
Enticing words
To her. For him
She reveals all.
They touch,
Sending perfect
Brown beads
Skittering over
The floor,
Sending wild ideas
Skittering through
His mind.
She kisses him,
Caresses him, comforts him
Ecstasy overwhelms
The perfect lovers,
Joins them.
Perfect bond.
Scattered beads underfoot,
They move as one.
Perfect
Brown beads:
She falls.
Salmoxis awakes,
Perfect
Brown abacus
Cold in his hand.
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