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 organ 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 the bloodbath of birth.