Another angle on an erotic sonnet for October

This one ended up being a lot of fun.


triangulate

I think myself desirable – and yet
repeated offers go unanswered. Still, 
I am persistent, wishing for a set
of parallel desires that would fulfill
a mutual correction, intersect-
ing where the angle and the curve become
acute and congruent, and we reflect
each other like a mirrored pair, the sum
of which is symmetry. For though we are
distinct, in this we are exposed, aligned –
embracing, facing, driving, striving – my spar
of crystal heat emplaced in its designed
entrancement, geometrically correct,
as hopes and schemes and nudity connect.