Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Ode to the Uterus

O, mighty sack of growth and gunk,
Waiting to slowly balloon with blossoming viscera.
Following the phallic fray,
The incipient inflation will drop anchor in your depths.
Pink and pudding-ey, you will
And keep our scion safe
For months of swirling, semi-silent swimming.
Elastically, elegantly, your enveloping embrace
Nurtures and contains with glorious goo.

Sometimes I write poetry about body parts. This happens when I get misty-eyed about stuff for which I don't otherwise have a specific outlet.

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