the song i never want to end (unedited)

you are the song i never want to end,
the quiet storm session on the way home, alone.

i drink to you in my room as i two-step
to Maze's 'Golden Time of Day'--lonliness

never felt so good until it came packaged as a gift
with thoughts of you within a dream of my mind's eye.

you are the reason for rhythm, the blues
working a sweat upon the brow of the jukebox,

why fingertips dance themselves across the lips
of lovers in vertical, kinetic foreplay--orgasms

echoing out of opened windows, mimicking
the crescent birth of the moon.

you are the mathematic equivalent of zero,
neither positive nor negative,yet the root

of all others, indivisible, all-encompassing everything
and nothing--the limit approaching infinity,

what one reaches for even when he is not reaching.