The Last Line Of This Poem Is Nota Rhetorical Question But Demands A Definite Answer. Poem by Dónall Dempsey

A sudden flash of cleavage.

Outside the window
they are erecting a building.

Inside my trousers
an erection is coming into being.

It’s funny that the one thing
can allude to the other...thing!

I do not know who is responsible
for the building of the building

but I do know that you are
the sole reason

(the architect so to speak)

for what’s happening
inside my trousers.

Now...what are we going to do about it?