buldging and swaying like your breasts, large
Pine cones scatter, gapping wide welcome
I was born of your womb, born of your young lust
Slimey as the algae green, shoes off, between toes
sitting next to dead baby birds, a nest disrupted
Discarded lighter bobbing in a pond, succumbs
sinking to the bottom now living with the scum
Walking outside, thrust in a world bursting with sex
new babies, I am a droplet that ran off a stream
Suddenly nubile, birthed into second youthful spring
it's deafening, so many cicadas fucking gleefully
I bristle when they say you died too young, I think
you just didn't say no, till your body gave out
If this is true, I'll end up living forever denying myself
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