Carnal Cogito

[Verse 1] In the vestibule of reason where the syllogisms bloom, I catalog your heartbeat like a scholar in a tomb. Epistemic pulses rattle every premise I defend— Your skin becomes the theorem I can neither prove nor end. [Pre‑Chorus] Logos liquefies, dripping from the tongue of Eros— Footnotes catch fire in the margins of our throes. [Chorus] Feel it—ontology unravel in a sigh, Metaphysics melting as your fingertips imply That existence is a fever the body must confess: I touch, therefore I am—no less, no less. [Verse 2] We conjugate in whispers, declensions of delight, Parsing lust’s subjunctive in the phosphorescent night. Your laughter is an axiom demolishing the frame; Even Kant would trade his maxims just to taste your name. [Pre‑Chorus] Rational designs collapse, a brittle palimpsest— Every Cartesian column buckles in your chest. [Chorus] Feel it—ontology unravel in a sigh, Metaphysics melting as your fingertips imply That existence is a fever the body must confess: I touch, therefore I am—no less, no less. [Bridge] O symposium of senses— Let the dialectic dance between muscle and mind. Our certainties crack, releasing the ichor of doubt; In that spill we bathe, gilded and stupidly divine. [Verse 3] Your breath recites a lecture on the entropy of grace; Every gasp a dissertation on the curves of time and space. We orbit one another like ironic satellites— Gravitational quips eclipsing all Platonic nights. [Pre‑Chorus] Syllables disrobe, shimmering, untamed— Syntax turns feral when our appetites are named. [Chorus] Feel it—ontology unravel in a sigh, Metaphysics melting as your fingertips imply That existence is a fever the body must confess: I touch, therefore I am—no less, no less. [Outro] So render me irrational, delirious, complete; Let theory fade to embers beneath the quantum of our heat. When the canon’s ash and silence floods the room, We’ll still glow— Perfect postulates of bloom.