Contraception

Even if your neurones dance
Enflamed and thronged;
A genital embrace
And songs of life
The rhythmic warmth.

The light so dim but
Casts a small
revelation
To a dying wastral below.
The bleeding street revealed.

Yet here within this feeling
Storm,
The nerve ends dance
The soft embrace.
No soul is seeded,
Gametes remain
unformed, no droplet of life.

Sensation winds are swept
Then doppler gently
Pulsating into
The never ending night.