The logical conclusion
of your first dark look
follows a classical line
of argument
from guarded greetings
and breathless sudden sightings
to the inevitable
and impermeable
privacy of embrace
[that cannot both be
and not be:
reductio ad absurdum].
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Were you mine
I would stub my toe
against a rock and have
nothing to prove.
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In absence, you are
not a conclusion, perhaps,
but that first,
(the only sufficient)
unprecendented premise
of desire.
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