Theoretical calculation; persuasion escalation.

In semen’s flowing forms, I find release,
I see the stars of heaven clustered in your eyes.

It is an anti-sensual penetration.
But there be no dilation without our consummation.

I want to prick
the finger and watch
as blood rises to the point
of my insertion.

Just a drop.

Most of our cerebral
conversation became
hanging fish on trees in the dead of Winter.

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