We had a geometry talk this afternoon.  I'm not a geometrist (or a geometer).

during the lecture
she steals my Love Hearts®
i imagine my sweet nothings
HOLD ME, BE MINE
melting on her tongue

One of those days when not much makes sense. Thought the following not-sonnet written at the ICM seemed appropriate.

For title see last line

We found our way in the dark
took our seats, and faced the light.
He laid down the first transparency
casting shadow shapes on the wall

and began lecturing soporiphically.
We stared into the distance
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