Rendered helpless I understood, he did desire pink

Flesh, below the cradle that was my womb

Inside pumping life to that hollow groove

It took what it was given, and made it renewed

That pureness could be created from the depths of desire

Come out kicking breathing air reminiscent of our smoke

And so when you asked could we do it

I thought, which is more easily done?

To turn lust into love into life


To simply lay and indulge in the selfishness that is us