Lifecycle of Love

This is a slightly edited version of an older poem, "My Body, Your Body"

Not through one, not two, nor even three or four
But six hearts in six bowls of blood
Stirred together,
In me, for you

Two sisters enquired about you
Two brothers joked
Made my face flush
A mother and a father
Eagerly asked for your name

In my state of awakening
I climb into your walls
Cling onto your heart

What manner of love is this
I suckle your breast like a child
And make love to you like a man

What an in-between world is this
Not yet a child in you,
No longer in your man

Six hearts eagerly wait
Will I be a boy or a girl?

I giggle hard, kick hard
Roll over hard, laughing hard

While you, palms on your stomach
Say you never had it so hard
And swear, "What manner of love this is...!
No more, no, no no NO, no more...!"

This is a slightly edited version of an older poem, "My Body, Your Body"

Not through one, not two, nor even three or four
But six hearts in six bowls of blood
Stirred together,
In me, for you

Two sisters enquired about you
Two brothers joked
Made my face flush
A mother and a father
Eagerly asked for your name

In my state of awakening
I climb into your walls
Cling onto your heart

What manner of love is this
I suckle your breast like a child
And make love to you like a man

What an in-between world is this
Not yet a child in you,
No longer in your man

Six hearts eagerly wait
Will I be a boy or a girl?

I giggle hard, kick hard
Roll over hard, laughing hard

While you, palms on your stomach
Say you never had it so hard
And swear, "What manner of love this is...!
No more, no, no no NO, no more...!"