polymath (poetry)

I'm sprawled on the bed, fingering my boy,
while my wife strokes her girlfriend's cock on our couch.
There are eight breasts,
two cocks,
two cunts,
three girls,
one boy,
in this beautiful, strange equation.
Who adds what to where?
Does anything gets subtracted?
Our affections multiply,
with no division.
Maybe this isn't
about math at all.
I think, instead,
it's chemistry.