Poetry / Parenthood

Intimacy
It was always about raw sex
No clothes, no lies, no protection
Sure we got our rocks off from fucking
but that’s all that it ever was
Its all that it ever will be

Birth
Give me a sign
No, give me two signs that prove that
what we have created will be unique
Don’t give me some B.S. about you and I
“making love”
We don’t operate that way
We never did

Life
Its something that we’ve created
Like the ones that made us, we must cherish it
This will be difficult, especially with no love in
the equation
Yet I still want to try

Parenthood
Sometimes, that’s where it begins

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