birth

in the beginning there was semen, in a deep mouth of flesh, and the crest i traveled, on a wave of virile mess, through a tunnel of mucus, and on toward a vault, with tourists and traffic, i just 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 a 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, till the time of my life, i thrashed for the reason, of spilling from the crack, to the palms of a doctor, to a towel full of scraps, my brains wouldn't fit, through her organs of sex, an incision was made, with a scalpel and mask, i should have noticed the beauty, and not how it hurt, wet like a cherry, in a bloodbath of birth