If Aristotle Had Loved Women
Aristotle, though wrong, is not to blame
for suggesting an endless series to be insane.
He never had the pleasure of your acquaintance
nor the metaphors of modern science.
If he had known that your every molecule
dies and is reborn in seven yearly intervals;
he’d rejoice with me as we proceeded
to imagine your body caressed and heeded.
And to notice the wondrous insufficiency
as seven years passed much too quickly.
With so many points of beauty left untouched
I’m sure he would gladly concede as much:
That an endless series can hold comfort
eternal past and future but a moment,
captured when lovers gaze intently,
and the universe collapses gently.