Possession.

Sex as an act of aggression is an act of possession. I'm yours, assert your rights, if only in a line for now.

For now.

We circle one another, sometimes we slash, sometimes we gnash.

All down to a tug-of-war between schoolchildren.

My persistence of waiting is affirmed by your reading this.

Accept or deny, but that reality is stubborn.

Someday I'll prophesize a song where you can see us talking, where you fear nothing, not even yourself in my company.

Let's stop reading tea leaves.

Let's talk.