Mobius' Love

Jacob Goldsmith

Around, around, around an edge
My fingers bound
And this single edge they have found
From the start - one strip and two sides
Now the mind makes one twist
The other does follow and connect
Two emanations singly
To make the twisted folding piece
With twice turning and corners threes        aside: (yes threes!!)
Like some plane of infinite messier
That hearts do splice together
He and she - o' loving continuity,
The same piece; around, around, (around),
One on one side is found
Circling the other
Always opposite but still the same piece
Seeing what the other has seen
And where yet to follow.