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
hanging fish on trees in the dead of Winter.