Dimensions of love

It comes down to
an overstated
four inches,
11 minutes missing in action
and 27 surplus pounds.
These are the dimensions of love.
You can work out the exact
details; there’s not too much to
think about – and the claim
is germane to movable excuses.

So, when did you last see
your toes, have an erection
that spanned one and a half hands
or breathed deeply for fifteen minutes
without blacking out? No doubt
these are criteria you can
understand!

The measure of love is a grand
piece of eclectic-strategic design,
where the notation of a quick shag
with frantic, breathless passion
in the semi-clothed shadows of
a steamy back seat falls short of a
healthy plan for a relationship.

You need time to reflect on the
mythologies and lies, time to apprise
a concept where size matters and
acknowledging it aids survival, an
accord beyond self-gratification aimed
to prolong passion, and a plan to disown
27 pounds of worthless testosterone.
© I.D. Carswell