Little boys love spaceships
And she him
Like little girls
In high school theater
Anticipate a weekend
Renaissance festival
She feels as good
As Q-tips digging
Deep In his ear
And he does not
Differ much from the
Coziest of all Teddy Bears
With the softest hairs
And eyes plucked out
Algebraically speaking
His Y and her X intersected
Forming a perfect
Origin
Upon which all other
Things will be graphed
