Bioillogical Wonder

It was biological And yet, bioillogical. Enough mountain dew to fill a pool And blindness tempted three times daily Should have killed any chance I had To behold her eyes And within them, that infinite Milky Way. What a curious thing she was and is, and am All yawning, skinny and small. Covered in hair, still a chimpanzee On the wrong side of evolution But in the cradle an angel, And in my arms my saving grace When she raises that voice And severs my ties to a life gone by I let it fall away into the pages To be pressed, preserved and savored On holidays and birthdays Because one day, when my heart skips out on the beat Hers will play lead, and everyone will dance To the biorhythm, To the biohymn.