Geometry of skins

recognition of shapes
is growing slowy -
on a white paper-sheet
you stand naked

the vertices barely notice each other
we barely read out our pattern
discovering new fields
geometry of our skins

your figures
your circles and ellipses
arcs and parabolas
float crossing each other
on a blue surface

I extend gently
angle
from acute to obtuse

unified axis is being drawn
we apply ourselves
to become a living symmetry

each contour
touches another
each line
touches another

figures twisted
mental figures
I sketch with my thoughts
we draw them together

only now is possible
only now is possible
sacral
squaring the circle

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This is my poem. I hope you like it.