If kissing were a mathematical formula, the equation of a circle would equal the shape of puckered lips—
an elliptical sweetness whose radius is centered at the origin of bliss.
Any and all equivalent chord theorems would refer to your joy’s intuited music—
songs soothing savage global anxieties into a geo-born geometry whose main function is to create an earth that is beautiful and round.
An earth that graciously bears humanity’s weight, along with providing an error-free formula stating that true love can exist,
just like the presence of a perfect-circle kiss.
RichRant 