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