You’re my number one,
or two, or the whole
Fibonacci sequence, really.
Toying with perspectives
like Esscher, we are
discriminant, quadratic,
our whole more than
the sum of our parts.
Imaginary, so it seems
and yet so physical,
so very real as we can be
subtracted, divided by any
number but each other.
Mathematically challenged,
even diametrically opposed
we are fractals, endlessly
recurring in each other’s lives.