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 By brain wouldn't fit Through her organs of sex An incision was made With a scalpel and a mask I should have noticed the beauty And not how it hurt Wet like a cherry In a bloodbath of birth