In the beginning there was semen,
In a D lab of flesh,
And a crest that traveled,
On a wave of their own mess.

Through a tunnel of mucus,
And onto a vault,
With tourists and traffic,
I had to just pace 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 the shared love of science,
And vows were taken,
A seat was hired.

A camera flew in,
Brought shade to my hive,
In the months that remain,
To the time of my life.

Add flash for the reason,
Was spilling from the crack,
To the plams of the doctor,
To a towel full of scraps.

My brains wouldn't fit,
Through organ sex,
A decision was made,
With a scalpel and mess.

I should have noticed the beauty,
And not how it hurt,
Wet like a cherry,
In the bloodbath of birth.