Eves

Oh dear

beloved, daughter

mother, sister.

On cloud nine

or a bed of thorns

a little trickle then

the floodgate opens

before you regain

your breath again

man closes his window

and snores.

Deep down

in the body within

race for life

in full swing.

Millions of beaus

fluttering their tails

compete fairly

for the lonely princess.

The better half

sits pretty

with half life

and full nourishment

winks to itself

to wait patiently

for the best.

The best of man

makes it alone

one in millions

the fittest specimen

wins the life.

The life finds a heaven

inside the oven

every thing first rate

in the ideal climate.

It kicks ‘n’ turns

sleeps ‘n’ drinks

and makes merry

without complex

free from worry

brave though alone

happy ‘n’ content

pure nourishment

the magic potion.

The waters break suddenly

signaling the end of bliss

time to descend

and the good-bye kiss.

The bloody battle

for birth begins

pain ‘n’ more pain

for the mother it brings.

A birth, a rebirth

with a sigh of relief

collapses the mother

and sleeps

a faint smile

on her parched lips

The duality of women

pulling now, pushing then

moody girls must perform

many functions one by one.

The twin hemispheres

to capacity filled

with mother’s milk

nipples ready

for the child’s lips.

Great lovers

mother ‘n’ child

waking, sleeping

looking, sharing

fuming, fretting

in perfect bonding.

Wise girls

take the tip

from the tiny egg

exercise their power

and select the best

life partner

for better ‘n’ for worse

the man they can trust.