It is how the genome speaks to self—
unfairly, all
below the belt. That your firm swell
of breast, of hip signals fecund youth
my loins do not know.
They merely reach for you,
compelled to join, to bind.
Where they lead, the mind must trail.
Yet it is also selfish.
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