Birth

In the beginning there was semen,

In a deep mouth of flesh,

At the crest I travelled,

On a wave of virile mass.

Through a tunnel of mucus,

And on toward a vault,

With tourists and traffic,

I jsut paced myself.

Not "I" as my whole self,

Just the half that I had,

Before greeting the rest,

Of my better half.

A connection was made,

Through the shared love of science,

And vows were taken,

A seed was hired.

A cavern of fluid,

Brought shape to my hide,

In the months that remained,

Til the time of my life.

I thrashed for the reason,

Of spilling from the crack,

To the palms of the doctor,

To a towel full of scraps.

My brains wouldn't fit,

Through her organ of sex,

Am incision was made,

With a scalpel and masks.

I should have noticed the beauty,

And not how it hurt,

Wet like a cherry,

In the bloodbath of birth.