Virgin Birth - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
That night I made imaginary love with you
I wasn’t careful or prudent
after a while my mind starting swelling
and just two nights ago
after a painful delivery
a virgin poem was born.
it will carry only my name, alone
but it has your peculiar attitude
and your “bette davis eyes” looks.
Without suspecting anything at all
know your daughter has been born
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