Demonstration

The breast I bit is being transformed into impure milk
through the veins that intuitively
feed the meat clinging to you.
The saliva I swallowed in a personal disinterest
becomes fresh cirrhosis,
rolling inside the stomach that aspires to come out of me.
To him, your image is one of crime.
Your insoluble sweat is
rust stains that pierce careful spurs
within the limits of skin;
a demonstration of feminine multiplication.