5. The Spell of Mathematics

I drink the poison right from your hands
A sacred vow, it engulfs me
We slip and we slide and in time we create a feeling of warmth inside of you
Holy and strict, six times a day we will exchange our violent wings
But the beauty is when you touch me

I believe your love
Has placed its spell on me
And I believe your love
Is the only thing needed to survive
I believe your love
Creates this space where we can breathe
But I believe your love beholds this sacred key to life

The snakes come pouring out of your heart
And you know that I can’t deny them
So I sink inside where we writhe and create
That feeling that pangs my time with you
We sway in the wind inside a haze
And you speak your language
What am I to say?
I’ll just wait for your limbs to touch me

I believe your love
Has placed its spell on me
And I believe your love
Is the only thing needed to survive
I believe your love creates a space where we can breathe
I believe your love
Beholds the sacred key to life…