Bawl of Parenthood
As childhood days wax into history,
Adam and Eve’s sacred parts haired,
when Eve’s chest swells
and Adam’s voice roars like thunderclaps,
now is the dawn of their full bloom.
Here, Adam and Eve get
ridden in the train of love,
in a rocket of paradise,
and sometimes bumps into heartbreaks—the hurdles.
We will birth young us,
like the soil birth new trees
life is a spinning wheel.
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