Birth

In the beginning there was semen

In a deep mouth of flesh

And the crest I traveled

On a wave of virile messThrough a tunnel of mucus

And on toward a vault

With tourists and traffic

I just paced myselfNot I as my whole self

Just the half that I had

Before greeting the rest

Of my better halfA connection was made

Through a shared love of science

And vows were taken

A seed was hiredA cavern of fluid

Brought shape to my hide

In the months that remained

Till the time of my lifeI thrashed for the reason

Of spilling from the crack

To the palms of a doctor

To a towel full of scrapsMy brains wouldn't fit

Through her organs of sex

An incision was made

With a scalpel and maskI should have noticed the beauty

And not how it hurt

Wet like a cherry

In a bloodbath of birth